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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.
    to the Ve strie. Gentlemen, as to my selfe, and so foorth.
    350 Exit Frisco,
    Haru. Fooles tell the truth men say, and so may he:
    Wenches we come now, Loue our conduct be.
    Ned, knocke at the doore: but soft forbeare;

    Enter Laurentia, Marina, and Mathea.
    355The Cloude breakes vp, and our three Sunnes appeare.
    To this I fly, shine bright my liues sole stay,
    And make griefes night a gloryous summers day.
    Mari. Gentlemen, how welcome you are here,
    Gue s s e by our lookes, for other meanes by feare
    360Preuented is: our fathers quicke returne
    Forbidds the welcome, else we would haue done.
    Walg. Mathea, How these faythfull thoughts obey,
    Mat. No more sweet loue, I know what thou would' st (say:
    You say you loue me, so I wi sh you still,
    365Loue hath loues hier, being ballanc st with good will:
    But say; come you to vs, or come you rather
    To pawne more Lands for money to our father?
    I know tis so, a Gods name spend at large:
    What man? our mariage day will all discharge;
    370Our father (by his leaue) mu st pardon vs,
    Age saue of age, of nothing can discu s s e:
    But in our loues, the prouerbe weele fulfill:
    Women and Maydes, mu st alwayes haue their will.
    Heigh. Say thou as much, and adde life to this Coarse,
    375 Law. Your selfe & your good news doth more enforce:
    How these haue set forth loue by all their witte,
    I sweare in heart, I more then double it.
    Si sters be glad, for he hath made it playne,
    The meanes to get our School-mai ster againe:
    380But Gentlemen, for this time cease our loues,
    This open streete perhaps suspition moues,
    Fayne we would stay, bid you walke in more rather,
    But
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