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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.
    To fru strate your intended mariages,
    And giue you full po s s e s s ion of your ioyes:
    Laurentia, ere the mornings light appeare,
    You mu st play Anthony in my disguise.
    2220 } Math.
    Anthony, what of vs? What shall we weare?
    Mari.
    Anth. Soft, soft, you are too forward Girles, I sweare,
    For you some other drift deuisd mu st bee ?
    2225One shaddow for a sub stance: this is shee.
    Nay weepe not sweetes, repose vpon my care,
    For all alike, or good or bad shall share:
    You will haue Haruie, you Heigham, and you Ned;
    You shall haue all your wi sh, or be I dead:
    2230For sooner may one day the Sea lie still,
    Then once re straine a Woman of her will.
    All. Sweete Anthony, how shall we quit thy hire?
    Anth. Not gifts, but your contentments I de sire:
    To helpe my Counrimen I ca st about,
    2235For Strangers loues blase fre sh, but soone burne out:
    Sweete re st dwell heere, and frightfull feare obiure,
    These eyes shall wake to make your re st secure:
    For ere againe dull night the dull eyes charmes,
    Each one shall fould her Husband in her armes:
    2240Which if it chaunce, we may auouch it still,
    Women & Maydes will alwayes haue their will. Exeunt.
    Enter Pisaro and Frisco.
    Pisa. Are Wood & Coales brought vp to make a fire?
    Is the meate spitted ready to lie downe:
    2245For Bakemeates Ile haue none, the world's too hard:
    There's Geese too, now I remember mee;
    Bid Mawdlin lay the Giblets in Pa st,
    Here's nothing thought vpon, but what I doe.
    Stay Frisco, see who ringes: looke to the Dore,
    2250Let none come in I charge, were he my Father,
    Ile keepe them whil st I haue them: Frisco, who is it?
    Frisc. She is come ynfayth.
    Pisa
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