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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)

    A pleasant Comedie entituled
    An humorous dayes mirth.
    1Enter the count Laberuele in his shirt and night gowne, with
    two iewells in his hand.
    YEt hath the morning sprinckled throwt the clowdes,
    5But halfe her tincture and the soyle of night stickes stil
    vpon the bosome of the ayre: yet sleepe doth rest my
    loue for Natures debt, and through her windowe, and this
    dim twee-light, her maide, nor any waking I can see. This
    is the holy Greene my wifes close walke, to which not a-
    10ny but her selfe alone hath any key, onelye that I haue
    clapt her key in waxe, and made this counterfeite, to the
    which I steale accesse, to work this rare & politike deuice:
    Faire is my wife and yong and delicate, although too re-
    ligious in the purest sorte, but pure religion being but
    15mental stuffe and sence indeed, al for it selfe, is to be doub-
    ted, that when an obiect comes fit to her humour she wil
    intercept religious letters sent vnto her minde, and yeelde
    vnto the motion of her bloud, heere haue I brought then
    two rich agots for her, grauen with two poses of mine own
    20deuising, for Poets Ile not trust, nor friends, nor any: shee
    longs to haue a child, which yet alas I cannot get, Yet long
    as much as she, and not to make her desperate, thus I write
    in this faire iewell though it simple be, yet tis mine owne
    that meaneth well in nought, tis spare, not of children, loue
    A 2
    An humerous
    25with the longest, when man is at the weakest, god is at st-
    gest, I hope tis plain, & knowing in this other that I write,
    God will reward her a thousand fold, that takes what age
    can and not what age would, I hope tis prety & pathetical:
    Wel, euen here lie both together til my loue arise and let her
    30thinke you fall out of the skies, I wil to bed againe. Exit.