Englishmen For My Money (Quarto 1, 1616)

            Engli
            
                sh-men for my money: or,
 
            520Roaring Caribdis, or deuowring Scilla,
    
            521Were halfe such terrour to the anticke world,
    
            522As these same anticke Villaines now of late,
    
            523Haue made the Straights twixt Spaine and Barbary.
    
 524
        
                Tower. Now 
                sir, what doth your Factors letters say?
    
 525
        
                Pisa. Marry he saith, these witle
                s
                s
            e luckle
                s
                s
            e doults,
    
            526Haue met, and are beset with Spani
                    sh
             Gallies,
    
            527As they did saile along by Italy:
    
            528What a bots made the dolts neere Italy,
    
            529Could they not keepe the coa
                st of Barbary,
    
            530or hauing pa
                st it, gone for Tripoly,
    
            531Beeing on the other 
                side of Sicily,
    
            532As neere, as where they were vnto the Straights:
        
            533For by the Gloabe, both Tripoly and it,
    
            534Lie from the Straights some twentie fiue degrees;
    
            535And each degree makes three-score engli
                sh miles?
    
 536
        
                Tower. Very true 
                sir: But it makes nothing to my Bill
    
            537of exchange: this dealing fits not one of your account.
    
 538
        
                Pisa>. And what fits yours? a prating wrangling toung,
    
            539A womans ceasele
                s
                s
            e and ince
                s
                s
            ant babling,
    
            540The sees the world turnd top
                sie turuie with me;
    
            541Yet hath not so much witte to 
                stay a while,
    
            542Till I bemone my late exce
                s
                s
            iue lo
                s
                s
            e.
    
 543
        
                Walg. S'wounds tis dinner time, Ile 
                stay no longer:
    
            544Harke you a word 
                sir.
    
 545
        
                Pisa
             I tell you 
                sir, it would haue made you whine
    
            546Worse then if 
                shooles of luckle
                s
                s
            e croking Rauens,
    
            547Had ceasd on you to feed their fami
                sht paunches:
    
            548Had you heard newes of such a rauenous rout,
    
            549Ready to cease on halfe the wealth you haue.
    
 550
        
                Wal. Sbloud you might haue kept at home & be hangd,
    
            551What a pox care I. 
            Enter a Po
                    st
            .
    
 552
        
                Po
                        st
                . God saue your wor
                ship, a little mony and so forth.
    
 553
        
                Pisa. But men are sencele
                s
                s
            e now of others woe,
    
            554This 
                stony age is growne so 
                stony harted,
    
            555That none respects their neighbours miseries,
    
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Englishmen For My Money (Quarto 1, 1616)
