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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)

    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
    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
    1675streets.
    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.
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