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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.
    Antho. Well crafty Fox, you that worke by wit,
    210It may be, I may liue to fit you yet. Exit Antho.
    Pisa. Ah sirra, this tricke was spide in time,
    For if but two such Lectures more they'd heard,
    For euer had their hone st names been marde:
    Ile in and rate them: yet that's not be st,
    215The Girles are wilfull, and seueritie
    May make them carele s s e, mad, or desperate.
    What shall I doe? Oh! I haue found it now,
    There are three wealthy Marchants in the Towne,
    All Strangers, and my very speciall friendes,
    220The one of them is an Italian:
    A French-man, and a Dutch-man, be the other:
    These three intyrely doe affect my Daughters,
    And therefore meane I, they shall haue the tongues,
    That they may answere in their seuerall Language:
    225But what helps that? they mu st not stay so long,
    For whiles they are a learning Languages,
    My Engli sh Youths, both wed, and bed them too:
    Which to preuent, Ile seeke the Strangers out,
    Let's looke: tis pa st aleauen, Exchange time full,
    230There shall I meete them, and conferre with them,
    This worke craues ha st, my Daughters mu st be Wedde,
    For one Months stay, sayth farrewell Mayden head.
    Exit.

    Enter Haruie, Heigham,
    235 and Walgraue.
    Heigh. Come Gentlemen, w'are almo st at the house,
    I promise you this walke ore Tower-hill,
    Of all the places London can afforde,
    Hath sweete st Ayre, and fitting our de sires.
    240 Haru. Good reason, so it leades to Croched-Fryers
    Where old Pisaro, and his Daughters dwell,
    Looke to your feete, the broad way leades to Hell:
    They say Hell standes below, downe in the deepe,
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