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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,
    A wether beaten soldier an old wencher,
    Thus to be ouer reach'd by three young Girles:
    Ah sirra now weele bragge with Mi stres Moore,
    1770To haue as fine a Parret as she hath,
    Looke si sters what a pretty foole it is:
    What a greene grea sie shyning Coate he hath,
    An Almonde for Parret, a Rope for Parret.
    Uand. Doe you moc que me seger seger,
    1775I sal seg your vader.
    Laur. Doe and you dare, you see here is your fortune,
    Disquiet not my father; if you doe,
    Ile send you with a vengeance to the ground,
    Well we mu st confe s s e we trouble you,
    1780And ouer watching makes a wiseman madde,
    Much more a foole, theres a Cu shion for you,
    Mari. To bore you through the nose.
    Laur. To lay your head on.
    Couch in your Kennell sleape and fall to re st,
    1785And so good night for London maydes skorne still,
    A Dutch-man should be seene to curbe their will.
    Uand. Hort ye Daughter, hort ye? Gods seker kin? will
    ye no let me come tot you? ick bid you let me come tot you
    watt sal ick don, ick would neit vor vn hundred pounde
    1790 Aluaro & Delion, should see me ope dit maner, well wat sal
    ick don, ick mout neit cal: vor de Wen shes wil cut de rope
    and breake my necke; ick sal here bleauen til de morning,
    & dan ick sal cal to me ster Pisaro, & make him shafe & shite
    his dauctors: Oh de skellum Frisco, Oh des cruel Hores.
    1795 Enter Pisaro.
    Pisa. Ile put the Light out, lea st I be espied,
    For closely I haue stolne me foorth a doares,
    That I might know, how my three Sonnes haue sped.
    Now (afore God) my heart is passing light,
    1800That I haue ouerreach'd the Engli shmen:
    Ha,
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