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  • Title: Englishmen For My Money (Quarto 1, 1616)
  • Editor: Natalie Aldred
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    Author: William Haughton
    Editor: Natalie Aldred
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    Englishmen For My Money (Quarto 1, 1616)

    A Woman will haue her will.
    Antho. I, but I left out mediocritie,
    280And with effectual reasons, vrgd your loues.
    Walg. The fault was small, we three will to thy Ma ster
    And begge thy pardon.
    Antho. Oh, that cannot be,
    Hee hates you farre worser, then he hates me;
    285For all the loue he shewes, is for your Lands,
    Which he hopes sure will fall into his hands:
    Yet Gentlemen, this comfort take of me,
    His Daughters to your loues affected be:
    Their father is abroad, they three at home,
    290Goe chearely in, and cease that is your owne:
    And for my selfe, but grace what I intend,
    Ile ouerreach the Churle, and helpe my Frend.
    Heigh. Build on our helps, and but deuise the meanes.
    Antho. Pisaro did commaund Frisco his man,
    295(A simple sotte, kept onely but for myrth)
    To inquire about in London for a man,
    That were a French-man and Mu sitian,
    To be (as I suppose) his Daughters Tutor:
    Him if you meete, as like enough you shall,
    300He will inquire of you of his affayres,
    Then make him this answere, you three came from Paules,
    And in the middle walke, one you espide,
    Fit for his purpose; then discribe this Cloake,
    This Beard and Hatte: for in this borrowed shape,
    305Mu st I beguile and ouer-reach the Foole:
    The Maydes mu st be acquainted with this drift.
    The Doore doth ope, I dare not stay reply,
    Le st beeing discride: Gentlemen adue,
    And helpe him now, that oft hath helped you. Exit.
    310 Enter Frisco the Clowne.
    Wal. How now sirra, whither are you going?
    Fris . Whither am I going, how shall I tell you, when I
    doe not know my selfe, nor vnder stand my selfe?
    Heigh.
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