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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,
    2530What Potion? Where's your helpe, your remedy.
    Haru. I hope more happy Starres will reigne to day,
    And don Aluaro haue more company.

    Enter Anthonie.
    Antho. Now Anthony, this cottens as it should,
    2535And euery thing sorts to his wi sh'd effect:
    Haruie ioyes Moll: my Dutchman and the French,
    Thinking all sure, laughs at Aluaros hap;
    But quickly I shall marre that merrie vaine,
    And make your Fortunes equall with your Friends.
    2540 Pisa. Sirra Mowche, what answere brought you backe?
    Will mai ster Balsaro come, as I reque sted?
    Anth. Mai ster Balsaro; I know not who you meane.
    Pisa. Know you not A s s e, did I not send thee for him?
    Did not I bid thee bring him, with the Parson?
    2545What answere made hee, will hee come or no?
    Anth. Sent me for him: why sir, you sent not mee,
    I neither went for him, nor for the Parson:
    I am glad to see your Wor ship is so merrie. Knocke.
    Pisa. Hence you forgetfull dolt:
    2550Looke downe who knockes? Exit Antho.
    Enter Frisco.
    Frisc. Oh Mai ster, hange your selfe: nay neuer stay for
    a Sessions: Mai ster Vandalle confe s s e your selfe, de sire the
    people to pray for you; for your Bride shee is gone: Lau-
    2555 rentia is run away.
    Vanda. Oh de Diabolo, de mal-fortune: is matre s s e
    Laurentia gaen awech?
    Pisa. Fir st tell mee that I am a liuele s s e coarse;
    Tell mee of Doomes-day, tell mee what you will,
    2560Before you say Laurentia is gone.
    Mari. Mai ster Vandalle, how doe you feele your selfe?
    What, hang the head? fie man for shame I say,
    Looke not so heauie on your marriage day.
    Haru.
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