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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 Hearke you mine host, what goodly person is that?
    is it Fortune her selfe?
    Host. Ile tell your Maiestie in secrete who it is, it is my
    maide Iaquena.
    1890King. I promise you she becomes her state rarely.
    Lem. Well my liege, you were all content that I should
    make your poses: well here they be euery one: giue Ma-
    ster Verone his fiue crownes.
    King. Theres mine and the Queenes.
    1895Labesh. Theirs ours.
    Dow. And there is mine and Martias.
    Lem. Come Labesha thy money.
    Lab You must lend me some, for my boy is runne away
    with my purse.
    1900Le. Thy boy? I neuer knew any that thou hadst.
    Lab. Had not I a boy three or foure yeares ago, and he
    ran away.
    Lem. And neuer since he went thou hadst not a peny,
    but stand by, Ile excuse you. But sirrah Catalian, thou shalt
    1905stand on one side and reade the prises, and I will stand on
    the other and read the Poses.
    Cat. Content Lemot.
    Lem. Come on Queene Fortune, tell euery man his
    posie, this is orderly, the King and Queene are first.
    1910King. Come let vs see what goodly poses you haue gi-
    uen vs.
    Lem. This is your Maiesties, At the fairest, so it bee not
    Martia.
    King. A plague vpon you, you are still playing the vil-
    1915laines with me.
    Le. This is the Queenes, Obey the Queene: and she
    speakes it to her husband, or to Fortune, which she will.
    Cat. A prise: your Maiesties is the summe of foure shil-
    lings in gold
    1920King. Why how can that be, there is no such coyne.
    Host. Here is the worth of it, if it please your grace.
    Quee.