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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,
    To marry him incontinent to my Daughter.
    Or else the gift he hath be stowde, is vaine:
    Marry and hee recouer; no my Sonne,
    I will not loose thy loue, for all this Land.
    2465 Alua. Here you padre, do no lose his Lands, his hun-
    dred pont per anno tis wort to hauar; let him haue de ma-
    tre s s e Marina in de mariage, tis but vor me to attendre vne
    day more: if he will no die, I sal giue him su sh a Drincke,
    su sh a Potion sal mak him giue de Bonos noches to all de
    2470world.
    Pisa. Aluaro, here's my Keyes, take all I haue,
    My Money, Plate, Wealth, Iewels, Daughter too:
    Now God be thanked, that I haue a Daughter,
    worthy to be Aluaroes bedfellow:
    2475Oh how I doe admire and prayse thy wit,
    Ile straight about it: Heare you Mai ster Moore.

    Enter Marina and Frisco.
    Frisc. Nay fayth hee's sicke, therefore though hee be
    come, yet he can doe you no good; there's no remedy but
    2480euen to put your selfe into the hands of the Italian, that by
    that time that he hath pa st his grouth, young Haruie will
    be in case to come vpon it with a sise of fre sh force.
    Mari. Is my Loue come, & sicke? I, now thou loue st me,
    How my heart ioyes: Oh God, get I my will,
    2485Ile driue away that Sickne s s e with a ki s s e:
    I need not faine, for I could weepe for ioy.
    Pisa. It shall be so; come hither Daughter.
    Mai ster Haruie, that you may see my loue
    Comes from a single heart vnfaynedly,
    2490See heere my Daughter, her I make thine owne:
    Nay looke not strange, before these Gentlemen,
    I freely yeeld Marina for thy Wife.
    Haru. Stay, stay good sir, forbeare this idle worke,
    My soule, is labouring for a higher place,
    Then