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  • Title: An Humorous Day's Mirth (Quarto 1, 1599)
  • Editor: Eleanor Lowe
  • Coordinating editor: Brett Greatley-Hirsch
  • General textual editor: Helen Ostovich

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-513-1

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    Author: George Chapman
    Editor: Eleanor Lowe
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    An Humorous Day's Mirth (Quarto 1, 1599)

    An humorous
    King he gropes about in corners voide of the chearefull
    1600light should guide vs all.
    Que. O dismall newes, what is my soueraigne blind?
    Le. Blind as a Beetle madam, that a while houering a-
    loft, at last in cowsheds fall.
    Lab. Could her eyes blind him?
    1605Lem. Eyes or what it was I know not, but blind I am
    sure he is as any stone.
    Q. Come bring me to my Prince my lord that I may
    leade him, none aliue but I may haue the honour to direct
    his feete.
    1610Lem. How lead him madam? why hee can go as right
    as you, or any here, and is not blind of eyesight.
    Quee. Of what then?
    Lem. Of reason.
    Quee. Why thou saidest he wanted his cheerfull light.
    1615Lem. Of reason still I meant, whose light you knowe
    should cheerefully guide a worthie King, for he doth loue
    her, and hath forced her into a priuate roome where now
    they are.
    Quee. What mocking chaunges is there in thy wordes
    1620fond man, thou murtherest me with these exclaimes.
    Lem. Why madam tis your fault, you cut mee off be-
    fore my words be halfe done.
    Quee. Forth and vnlade the poyson of thy tongue.
    Lem. Another lord did loue this curious ladie, who hea-
    1625ring that the King had forced her, as she was walking with
    another Earle, ran straightwaies mad for her, and with a
    friend of his, and two or three blacke ruffians more, brake
    desperately vpon the person of the King, swearing to take
    from him, in traiterous fashion, the instrument of procrea-
    1630tion: with them I fought a while,, and got this wound, but
    being vnable to resist so many, came straight to you to fetch
    you to his ayde.
    Lab. Why raised you not the streetes?
    Lem. That I forbore, because I would not haue the
    world
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