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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.
    These horeson Canniballs, these Phili stines,
    These tango mongoes shall not rule Ore me,
    Ile haue my will and Ned, or Ile haue none.
    1390 Antho How will you get him? how will you get him?
    I know no other way except it be this,
    That when your fathers in his sounde st sleepe,
    You ope the Dore and runne away with them.
    All Si sters. So wee will rather then mi s s e of them.
    1395 Antho. Tis well resolude yfayth and like your selues,
    But heare you? to your Chambers presently,
    Lea st that your father doe discry our drift, Exeunt Si sters.
    Mi stres Susan should come but she cannot,
    Nor perhaps shall not, yet perhaps she shall,
    1400Might not a man conceipt a prettie ie st?
    And make as mad a Riddle as this is,
    If all things fadge not, as all thinges should doe,
    We shall be sped y'fayth, Matt shall haue hue.

    Enter Vandalle and Frisco.
    1405 Uand. Waer be you me ster Frisco.
    Frisc. Here sir, here sir, now if I could cousen him, take
    heede sir hers a po st.
    Uand. Ick be so groterly hot, dat ick swette, Oh wen
    sal we come dare.
    1410 Frisc. Be you so hotte sir, let me carry your Cloake, I
    a s s ure you it will ease you much.
    Uand. Dare here, dare, tis so Darke ey can neit see.
    Frisc. I, so so: now you may trauell in your Hose and
    Doublet: now looke I as like the Dutchman, as if I were
    1415 spit straight out of his mouth: Ile straight home, & speake groote
    and broode, and toot and gibri sh; and in the darke Ile
    haue a fling at the Wenches. Well, I say no more; farewell
    M. Mendall, I mu st goe seeke my fortune. Exit Frisco.
    Vanda. Me ster Frisco, me ster Frisco, wat sal you no speak;
    1420make you de Foole? Why me ster Frisco; Oh de skellum,
    he
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