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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,
    2040 Frisc. Farewell Buttericke, what a Clowne it is:
    Come on my mai sters merrily, Ile knocke at the dore.
    Antho. Who's theere, our three wise Woers,
    Blockhead our man? had he not been,
    They might haue hanged them-selues,
    2045For nay Wenches they had hit vpon:
    Good morrow, or good den, I know not whether.
    Delio. Mon sieur de Mowche, wat macke you out de
    Houis so late?
    Enter Pisaro below.
    2050 Pisa. What, what, young men & sluggards? fy for shame
    You trifle time at home about vaine toyes,
    Whil st others in the meane time, steale your Brides:
    I tell you sir, the Engli sh Gentlemen
    Had well-ny mated you, and mee, and all;
    2055The Dores were open, and the Girles abroad,
    Their Sweet-hearts ready to receiue them to:
    And gone forsooth they had been, had not I
    (I thinke by reuelation) stopt their flight:
    But I haue coopt them vp, and so will keepe them.
    2060But sirra Frisco, where's the man I sent for?
    Whose Cloake haue you got there?
    How now, where's Uandalle?
    Frisc. For-sooth he is not heere:
    Mai ster Mendall you meane, doe you not?
    2065 Pisar. Why logerhead, him I sent for, where is he?
    Where ha st thou been? How ha st thou spent thy time?
    Did I not send thee to my Sonne Vandalle?
    Frisc. I M. Mendall; why forsooth I was at his Cham-
    ber, and wee were comming hitherward, and he was very
    2070hot, and bade me carry his Cloake; and I no sooner had it,
    but he (being very light) firkes me downe on the left hand,
    and I turnd downe on the left hand, and so lo st him.
    Pisa. Why then you turnd togeather, A s s e.
    Frisc. No sir, we neuer saw one another since.
    Pisa.