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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)

    Engli sh-men for my money: or,
    Pisa Wert thou not my Aluaro my beloued,
    One whom I know does dearley count of mee,
    Much should I doubt me that some scoffing Iacke,
    Had sent thee in the midde st of all my griefes,
    665To tell a feigned tale of happy lucke.
    Alua. Will you no beleuue me? see dare dan, see de lettre.
    Pisa. What is this world? or what this state of man,
    How in a moment cur st, in a trice ble st?
    But euen now my happie state gan fade,
    670And now againe, my state is happie made,
    My Goods all safe, my Ships all scapt away,
    And none to bring me newes of such good lucke,
    But whom the heauens have markt to be my Sonne:
    Were I a Lord as great as Alexander,
    675None should more willingly be made mine Heyre,
    Then thee thou golden tongue, thou good-newes teller
    Ioy stops my mouth. The Exchange Bell rings.
    Balsa. M. Pisaro, the day is late, the Bell doth ring:
    Wilt please you ha sten to performe this bu sine s s e?
    680 Pisa. What bu sine s s e sir? Gods mee, I cry you mercie:
    Doe it, yes sir, you shall commaunde me more.
    Tower. But sir, What doe you meane, doe you intend
    To pay this Bill, or else to palter with mee?
    Pisa. Marry God shield, that I should palter with you:
    685I doe accept it, and come when you please;
    You shall haue your money, you shall haue your money due.
    Po st . I beseech your wor ship to con sider mee.
    Pisa. Oh, you cannot cogge: Goe to, take that,
    Pray for my life: pray that I haue good lucke,
    690And thou shalt see, I will not be thy wor st mai ster.
    Po st . Marry God ble s s e your Wor ship; I came in happy
    time: What, a French crowne? sure hee knowes not what
    he does: well, Ile begon, lea st he remember himselfe, and
    take it from me againe. Exit Po st .
    695 Pisa. Come on my lads, M. Vandalle, sweet sonne Aluaro:
    come
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