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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,
    he be ga met de Cloake, me sal seg his me ster, han me ster
    Frisco, waer si dy me ster Frisco. Exit Vandal.
    Enter Haruie, Heigham, and Walgraue.
    Haruy. Goes the case so well signor bottle-nose?
    1425It may be we shall ouerreach your drift;
    This is the time the Wenches sent vs word
    Our bumba st Dutchman and his mates will come.
    Well neat Italian, you mu st don my shape:
    Play your part well, or I may haps pay you.
    1430What, speechle s s e Ned? fayth whereon muse st thou?
    Tis on your French coriuall, for my life:
    Hee come, ete Uo stre , and so forth,
    Till he hath foy sted in a Brat or two?
    How then, how then?
    1435 Walg. Swounds Ile geld him fir st,
    Ere that infe stious loszell reuell there.
    Well Matt, I thinke thou know st what Ned can doe;
    Should st thou change Ned for Noddy, mee for him,
    Thou did st not know thy lo s s e, yfayth thou did st not.
    1440 Heigh. Come leaue this idle chatte, and lets prouide
    Which of vs shall be scar-crow to these Fooles,
    And set them out the way?
    Walg. Why that will I.
    Haru. Then put a Sword into a mad-mans hand:
    1445Thou art so ha sty, that but cro s s e thy humour,
    And thou't be ready cro s s e them ore the pates:
    Therefore for this time, Ile supply the rome.
    Heigh. And so we shall be sure of chatt enough;
    Youle hold them with your floutes and gulls so long,
    1450That all the night will scarcely be enough
    To put in practise, what we haue deuisde:
    Come, come, Ile be the man shall doe the deed.
    Haru. Well, I am content to saue your longing.
    But soft, where are we? Ha, heere's the house,
    Come,