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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,
    For not these three months doth the Bond beare date:
    Die now, marry God in heauen defend it;
    2395Oh my sweete Lands, loose thee, nay loose my life:
    And which is wor st, I dare not aske mine owne,
    For I take two and twenty in the hundred,
    When the Law giues but ten: But should he liue,
    Hee carele s s e would haue left the debt vnpaide,
    2400Then had the Lands been mine Pisaros owne,
    Mine, mine owne Land, mine owne Po s s e s sion.
    Brow. Nay heare mee out.
    Pisa. You'r out too much already,
    Vnle s s e you giue him life, and mee his Land.
    2405 Brow. Whether tis loue to you, or to your Daughter,
    I know not certaine; but the Gentleman
    Hath made a deed of gift of all his Lands,
    Vnto your beautious Daughter faire Marina.
    Pesa. Ha, say that word againe, say it againe,
    2410A good thing cannot be too often spoken:
    Marina say you, are you sure twas she,
    Or Mary, Margery; or some other Mayde?
    Brow. To none but your Daughter faire Marina;
    And for the gift might be more forcible,
    2415Your neighbour mai ster Moore aduised vs,
    (Who is a witne s s e of young Haruies Will)
    Sicke as hee is, to bring him to your house:
    I know they are not farre, but doe attende,
    That they may know, what welcome they shall haue.
    2420 Pisa. What welcome sir; as welcome as new life
    Giuen to the poore condemned Prisoner:
    Returne (good mai ster Browne) a s s ure their welcome,
    Say it, nay sweare it; for they'r welcome truly:
    For welcome are they to mee which bring Gold.
    2425See downe who knockes; it may be there they are:
    Frisco, call downe my Sonnes, bid the Girles rise:
    Where's Mowche; what, is he gon or no?
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