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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,
    940 Antho. I pray stop your mouth, for I neuer heard such
    Dutch before brocht.
    Frsc. Nay I thinke you haue not met with no pezant:
    Heare you M. Mouse, (so your name is I take it) I haue
    con sidered of your learning in these aforesaid Languages,
    945and find you reasonable: So, so, now this is the matter;
    Can you take the ease to teach these Tongues to two or
    three Gentlewomen of mine acquaintance, and I will see
    you paide for your labour.
    Antho. Yes sir, and that mo st willingly.
    950 Fris . Why then M. Mouse, to their vse, I entertaine yee,
    which had not been but for the troubles of the world, that
    I my selfe haue no leasure to shew my skill: Well sir, if
    youle please to walke with me, Ile bring you to them.
    Exeunt.
    955 Enter Laurentia, Marina, and Mathea.
    Lauren. Sit till dinners done; not I, I sweare:
    Shall I stay? till he belch into mine eares
    Those ru sticke Phrases, and those Dutch French tearmes,
    Stammering halfe Sentences dogbolt Elloquence:
    960And when he hath no loue for-sooth, why then
    Hee tels me Cloth is deare at Anwerpe, and the men
    of Am sterdam haue lately made a law,
    That none but Dutch as hee, may trafficke there:
    Then standes he still and studies what to say;
    965And after some halfe houre, because the A s s e
    Hopes (as he thinkes) I shall not contradict him,
    Hee tells me that my Father brought him to me,
    And that I mu st performe my Fathers will.
    Well good-man Goose-cap, when thou woe st againe,
    970Thou shalt haue simple ease, for thy Loues paine.
    Mathe. Alas poore Wench, I sorrow for thy hap,
    To see how thou art clog'd with such a Dunce:
    Forsooth my Sire hath fitted me farre better,
    My Frenchman comes vpon me with the Sa, sa, sa ;
    Sweete