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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
    Mo. How now Iaques, whats the newes?
    Enter Iaques.
    Iaq. None but good my Lord.
    Mo. Why hast not seene my wife run round about the
    Ia. Not I my Lorde, I come to you from my maister,
    who would pray you to speake to Lemot, that Lemot might
    speake to the King, that my masters lottery for his iewells
    may go forward, he hath made the rarest deuice that euer
    1680you heard, we haue fortune in it, and she our maide plaies,
    and I, and my fellow carrie two torches, and our boy goes
    before and speakes a speech, tis very fine yfaith sir.
    Mo. Sirra in this thou maiest highly pleasure me, let me
    haue thy place to beare a torch, that I may look on my wife,
    1685and she not see me, for if I come into her sight abruptly, I
    were better be hanged.
    Ia. O sir you shall, or any thing that I can do, Ile send
    for your wife to.
    Mor. I prethee do.Exeunt both.

    1690Enter the Queene, and all that were in before.
    Le. This is the house where the mad Lord did vow to do
    the deed, draw all your swoords couragious gentlemen, Ile
    bring you there where you shall honor win, but I can tell
    you, you must breake your shinne.
    1695Ca. Who will not breake his necke to saue his King: set
    forward Lemot.
    Le. Yea, much good can I do with a wounded arme,
    Ile go and call more helpe.
    Qu. Others shall go, nay we will raise the streets, better
    1700dishonor, then destroy the King.
    Le. Sbloud I know not how to excuse my villany, I
    would faine be gone.
    Enter Dowsecer, and his friend.
    Dow. Ile geld the adulterous goate, and take from him
    1705the instrument, that plaies him such sweete musicke.
    La. O