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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.
    Ha, ha, Mai ster Uandalle, many such nights
    Will swage your bigg swolne bulke, and make it lancke:
    When I was young; yet though my Haires be gray,
    I haue a Young mans spirit to the death,
    1805And can as nimbly trip it with a Girle,
    As those which fold the spring-tide in their Beards:
    Lord how the verie thought of former times,
    Supples these neere dried limbes with actiuene s s e:
    Well, thoughts are shaddowes, sooner lo st then seene,
    1810Now to my Daughters, and their merrie night,
    I hope Aluaro and his companie,
    Haue read to them morall Philosophie,
    And they are full with it: Heere Ile stay,
    And tarry till my gallant youths come foorth.

    1815 Enter Haruie, Walgraue, and Heigham.
    Heigh. You mad-man, wild-oats, mad-cap, where art (thou?.
    Walg. Heere afore.
    Haru>. Oh ware what loue is? Ned hath found the scent;
    And if the Connie chaunce to mi s s e her Burrough,
    1820Shee's ouer-borne yfayth, she cannot stand it.
    Pisa. I know that voyce, or I am much deceiued.
    Heigh. Come, why loyter wee? this is the Dore:
    But soft, heere's one a sleepe.
    Walg. Come, let mee feele:
    1825Oh tis some Rogue or other; spurn him, spurne him.
    Haru. Be not so wilfull, prethee let him lie.
    Heigh. Come backe, come backe, for wee are pa st the (house,
    Yonder's Matheas Chamber with the light.
    Pisa. Well fare a head, or I had been discride.
    1830Gods mee, what make the Young sters heere so late?
    I am a Rouge, and spurne him: well Iacke sauce,
    The Rogue is waking yet, to marre your sport.
    Walg. Matt, Mi stress Mathea; where be these Girles?
    Enter