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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,
    2110and no Body.
    Pisa. Why how now Sonne, what haue your Adamants
    Drawne you vp so farre, and there left you hanging
    Twixt Heauen and Earth like Mahomets Sepulchre?
    Antho. They did vnkindly, who so ere they were,
    2115That plagu'd him here, like Tantalus in Hell,
    To touch his Lippes like the de sired Fruite,
    And then to snatch it from his gaping Chappes.
    Alua. A little farder signor Vandalle, and dan you may
    put v hed into de windo and ca sh de Wen sh.
    2120 Vand. Ick prey Vader dat you helps de mee, Ick prey
    Goddie Vader,
    Pisa. Helpe you, but how?
    Frisc. Cut the Rope.
    Antho. Sir, Ile goe in and see,
    2125And if I can, Ile let him downe to you. Exit Anthony.
    Pisa. Doe gentle Mouche: Why but here's a ie st;
    They say, high climers haue the greate st falles:
    If you should fall; as how youle doe I know not,
    Birlady I should doubt me of my Sonne:
    2130Pray to the Rope to hold: Art thou there Mouche?
    Enter Anthony aboue.
    Antho. Yes sir, now you may chuse, whether youle stay
    till I set him downe, or whether I shall cut him downe?
    Frisc. Cut him downe mai ster Mowse, cut him downe,
    2135And let's see, how hele tumble.
    Pisa. Why sauce, who ask'd your counsaile?
    Let him downe,
    What, with a Cu shion too? why you prouided
    To lead your life as did Diogines;
    2140And for a Tubb, to creepe into a Basket.
    Vanda. Ick sall seg v Vader, Ick quame here to your
    Huise and spreake tol de Dochterken.
    Frisc. M. Mendall, you are welcome out of the Basket:
    I smell a Ratt, it was not for nothing, that you lo st me.
    Vand.