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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,
    1490 Heigh. How, to Croched-friers? Marry you mu st goe
    along till you come to the Pumpe, and then turne on your
    right hand.
    Alua. Signor, adio. Exit Aluaro.
    Haru. Farewell, and be hang'd Signor:
    1495Now for your fellow, if the A s s e would come.
    Enter Delion.
    Delio. By my trot me doe so mush tincke of dit Gentle-
    woman de fine Wen she, dat me tincke e sh houer ten day,
    and e sh day ten yeare, till I come to her: Here be de huise
    1500of sin vader, sall alle and knocke. He knocks.
    Heigh. What a bots ayle you, are you madd?
    Will you runne ouer me and breake my Gla s s es?
    Delio. Gla s s es, wat Gla s s es? Prey is mon sieur Pisaro to
    de mayson?
    1505 Haru. Harke Ned, there's thy sub staunce
    Walg. Nay by the Ma s s e, the sub stannce's heere,
    The shaddow's but an A s s e.
    Heigh. What Mai ster Pisaro?
    Logerhead, heere's none of your Pisaros?
    1510 Delio. Yes but dit is the houis of me ster Pisaro.
    Walg. Will not this mon sieur Motley take his answer?
    Ile goe and knocke the a s s e about the pate.
    Haru. Nay by your leaue sir, but Ile hold your wor ship.
    This sturre we should haue had, had you stood there.
    1515 Walg. Why, would it not vexe one to heare the a s s e,
    Stand prating here of dit and dan, and den and dog?
    Haur. One of thy mettle Ned, would surely doe it:
    But peace, and harke to the re st.
    Delio. Doe no de fine Gentlewoman matre s s e Mathea
    1520dwell in dit Pla she?
    Heigh. No sir, here dwels none of your fine Gantle-wo-
    man: Twerre a good deed sirra, to see who you are;
    You come hither to steale my Gla s s es.
    And then counterfeite you are going to your Queanes.
    Delio
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