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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.
    975Sweete Madam pardone moye I pra:
    And then out goes his Hand, downe goes his Head,
    Swallowes his Spittle, frisles his Beard, and then to mee:
    Pardone moy mi s s tre s s e Mathea,
    If I be bold, to macke so bold met you,
    980 Thinke it go will dat stirres me dus up yow.
    Dan ca st neit off so good ande true Louer,
    Madama cele stura de la, (I know not what)
    Doe oft pray to God dat me woud loue her:
    And then hee reckons a catalogue of names
    985of such as loue him, and yet cannot get him.
    Mari. Nay, but your Mon sieur's but a Mouse in cheese,
    Compard with my Signor; hee can tell
    Of Lady Uenus, and her Sonne blind Cupid:
    Of the faire Scilla that was lou'd of Glaucus,
    990And yet scornd Glaucus, and yet lou'd King Minos;
    Yet Minos hated her, and yet she holp'd him;
    And yet he scorn'd her, yet she kild her Father
    To doe her good; yet he could not abide her:
    Nay, hele be bawdy too in his discourse;
    995And when he is so, he will take my Hand,
    And tickle the Palme, wincke with his one Eye,
    Gape with his mouth, and
    Lauren. And, hold thy tongue I prethee: here's my father.

    Enter Pisaro, Aluaro, Uandalle, Delion, Haruie,
    1000 Walgraue, and Heigham.
    Pisa. Vnmannerely, vntaught, vnnurtured Girles,
    Doe I bring Gentlemen, my very friends
    To fea st with mee, to reuell at my House,
    That their good likings, may be set on you,
    1005And you like misbehaud and sullen Girles,
    Turne tayle to such, as may aduance your states:
    I shall remembert, when you thinke I doe not.
    I am sorrie Gentlemen, your cheare's no better;
    But