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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.
    2495Then this vaine tran sitorie world can yeeld:
    What, would you wed your Daughter to a Graue?
    For this is but Deaths modell in mans shape:
    You and Aluaro happie liue togeather:
    Happy were I, to see you liue togeather.
    2500 Pisa. Come sir, I tru st you shall doe well againe:
    Heere, heere, it mu st be so; God giue you ioy,
    And ble s s e you (not a day to liue togeather.)
    Uand. Hort ye broder, will ye let den ander heb your
    Wiue? nempt haer, nempt haer your selue?
    2505 Alua. No, no; tu sh you be de foole, here be dat sal spoyle
    de mariage of hem: you haue deceue me of de fine Wen sh
    signor Haruey, but I sal deceue you of de mu sh Land.
    Haru. Are all things sure Father, is all dispatch'd?
    Pisa. What intre st we haue, we yeeld it you:
    2510Are you now satisfied, or re stes there ought?
    Haru. Nay Father, nothing doth remaine, but thankes:
    Thankes to your selfe fir st, that di stayning mee,
    Yet loude my Lands, and for them gaue a Wife.
    But next, vnto Aluaro let me turne,
    2515To courtious gentle louing kind Aluaro,
    That rather then to see me die for loue,
    For very loue, would loose his beawtious Loue.
    Uand. Ha, ha, ha.
    Deli. Signor Aluaro, giue him de ting quickly sal make
    2520hem dy, autremant you sal lose de fine Wen sh.
    Alua. Oyime che haueß allhora appre s s ata la mano al mio
    core, ô suen curato ate, I che longo sei tu arriuato, ô cieli, ô terra.
    Pisa. Am I awake? or doe deluding Dreames
    Make that seeme true, which mo st my soule did feare?
    2525 Haru. Nay fayth Father, it's very certaine true,
    I am as well as any man on earth:
    Am I sicke sirres? Looke here, is Haruie sicke?
    Pisa. What shall I doe? What shall I say?
    Did not you counsaile mee to wed my Childe?
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