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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,
    But soft, What noyse of footing doe I heare?

    Enter Laurentia, Marina, Mathea, and Anthony.

    Laur. Now Mai ster, what intend you to read to vs?
    Anth. Pisaro your Father would haue me read morall Phi- (losophy.
    35 Mari. What's that?
    Anth. Fir st tell mee how you like it?
    Math. Fir st tell vs what it is.
    Pisa. They be my Daughters and their Schoole-mai ster.
    Pisaro, not a word, but li st their talke.
    40 Anth. Gentlewomen, to paint Philosophy,
    Is to present youth with so sowre a di sh,
    As their abhorring stomackes nill dige stes.
    When fir st my mother Oxford (Englands) pride)
    Fo stred mee puple-like, with her rich store,
    45My study was to read Philosophy:
    But since, my head- strong youths vnbridled will,
    Scorning the leaden fetters of re straint,
    Hath prunde my feahers to a higher pitch.
    Gentlewoman, Morall Philosophy is a kind of art,
    50The mo st contrary to your tender sexes;
    It teacheth to be graue: and on that brow,
    Where Beawtie in her rare st glory shines,
    Plants the sad semblance of decayed age:
    Those Weedes that with their riches should adorne,
    55And grace faire Natures curious workman ship,
    Mu st be conuerted to a blacke fac'd vayle,
    Griefes liuerie, and Sorrowes semblance:
    Your food mu st be your hearts aboundant sighes,
    Steep'd in the brini sh licquor of your teares:
    60Day-light as darke-night, darke-night spent in prayer:
    Thoughts your companions, and repentant mindes,
    The recreation of your tired spirits:
    Gentlewomen, if you can like this mode stie,
    Then will I read to you Philosophy
    Laur