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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)

    dayes mirth.
    1635world, to see what a disgrace my liege was subiect to, being
    with a woman in so meane a house.
    Foy. Whose daughter was it that he forst I pray?
    Lem. Your daughter sir.
    La. Whose sonne was that ranne so mad for her?
    1640Lem. Your sonne my Lord.
    La. O Gods, and fiends forbid.
    Co. I pray sir, from whom did he take the Ladie?
    Le. From your good Lord.
    Co. O Lord I beseech thee no.
    1645Le. Tis all too true, come follow the Queen and I, where
    I shall leade you.
    Qu. O wretched Queene, what would they take from
    Le. The instrument of procreation.
    1650Enter Moren.
    Mo. Now was there euer man so much accurst, that
    when his minde misgaue him, such a man was haplesse, to
    keep him company? yet who would keep him company
    but I, O vilde Lemot, my wife and I are bound to curse thee
    1655while we liue, but chiefely I, well: seeke her, or seek her not;
    find her, or find her not, I were as good see how hell opens,
    as looke vpon her.
    Enter Catalian, and Berger behind him.
    Ca. We haue yfaith, stop thou him there, and I wil meet
    1660him here.
    Mo. Well, I will venture once to seek her.
    Ber. Gods Lord, my Lord, come you this way, why
    your wife runnes ranging like as if she were mad, swearing
    to slit your nose if she can catch you.Exit.
    1665Mo. What shal I do at the sight of her and hern.
    Ca. Gods precious my Lord; come you this way, your
    wife comes ranging with a troope of dames, like Bacchus
    drunken foes, iust as you go, shift for your selfe my Lord.
    Mo. Stay good Catalian.
    1670Ca. No not I my Lord.Exit.
    G Mo. How