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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.
    Pisa. Abed at your house? tell me I am madd,
    Did not I let her in adores my selfe,
    2635Spoke to her, talk'd with her, and canua st with her;
    And yet she lay not heere? What say you sirra?
    Antho. She did, she did; I brought her to her Chamber.
    Moor I say he lyes (that sayth so) in his throat.
    Antho. Ma s s e now I remember me, I lye indeed.
    2640 Pisa. Oh how this frets mee: Frisco, what say you?
    Frisc. What say I? Marry I say, if shee lay not heere,
    there was a familiar in her likene s s e; for I am sure my Mai-
    ster and she were so familiar togeather, that he had almo st
    shot the Gout out of his Toes endes, to make the Wench
    2645beleeue he had one tricke of youth in him. Yet now I re-
    member mee shee did not lye heere; and the reason is, be-
    cause shee doth lye heere, and is now abed with mi stris
    Mathea; witne s s e whereof, I haue set to my Hand & Seale,
    and meane presently to fetch her. Exit Frisco.
    2650 Pisa. Doe so Frisco. Gentlemen, and Friends,
    Now shall you see how I am wrong'd by him.
    Lay shee not heere? I thinke the world's growne wise,
    Plaine folkes (as I) shall not know how to liue.
    Enter Frisco.
    2655 Frisc. Shee comes, shee comes: a Hall, a Hall.
    Enter Mathea and Walgraue in Womans attire.
    Walg. Nay blu sh not wench, feare not, looke chearfully.
    Good morrow, Father; Good morrow Gentlemen:
    Nay stare not, looke you heere, no mon ster I,
    2660But euen plaine Ned: and heere stands Matt my Wife.
    Know you her Frenchman? But she knows me better.
    Father, pray Father, let mee haue your blessing,
    For I haue ble st you with a goodly Sonne;
    Tis breeding heere yfayth, a iolly Boy.
    2665 Pisa. I am vndone, a reprobate, a slaue;
    A scorne, a laughter, and a ie sting stocke:
    Giue mee my Child, giue mee my Daughter from you.
    Moore.
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