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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)

    Enter the three Si sters.
    Laur. Nay neuer weepe Marina for the matter,
    2170Teares are but signes of sorrow, helping not.
    Mari. Would it not madde one to be cro st as I,
    Being in the very hight of my de sire?
    The strangers fru strate all: our true loue's come,
    Nay more, euen at the doore, and Haruies armes
    2175Spred as a Rayne-bow ready to receiue me,
    And then my Father meete vs: Oh God, oh God:
    Math. Weepe who that li st for me, y'fayth not I,
    Though I am younge st yet my stomack's great:
    Nor tis not father, friends, nor any one,
    2180Shall make me wed the man I cannot loue:
    Ile haue my will ynfayth, y'fayth I will.
    Laur. Let vs determine Si sters what to doe,
    My father meanes to wed vs in the morning,
    And therefore something mu st be thought vpon.
    2185 Mari. Weele to our father and so know his minde,
    I and his reason too, we are no fooles,
    Or Babes neither, to be fedde with words.
    Laur. Agreede, agreede: but who shall speake for all?
    Math. I will.
    2190 Mari. No I.
    Laur. Thou wilt not speake for crying.
    Mari. Yes, yes I warrant you, that humours left,
    Bee I but mou'de a little, I shall speake,
    And anger him I feare, ere I haue done.
    2195 Enter Anthony.
    All>. Whom Anthony our friend, our Schoole-mai ster?
    Now helpe vs Gentle Anthony, or neuer.
    Antho. What is your ha stie running chang'd to prayer,
    Say, where were you going?
    2200 Laur. Euen to our father,
    To know what he intendes to doe with vs.
    Antho. Tis bootle s s e tru st mee, for he is resolu'd
    To marry you to.
    Mari. The Strangers.
    2205 Antho. Yfayth he is.
    Math. Yfayth he shall not.
    Frenchman, be sure weele plucke a Crow together,
    Before you force mee giue my hand at Church.
    Mari. Come to our Father speach this comfort finds,
    2210That we may scould out griefe and ease our mindes.
    Anth. Stay, Stay Marina, and aduise you better,
    It is not Force, but Pollicie mu st serue:
    The Dores are lockt, your Father keepes the Keye,
    Wherefore vnpossible to scape away:
    2215Yet haue I plotted, and deuis'd a drift,
    To fru strate your intended mariages,
    And giue you full po s s e s s ion of your ioyes:
    Laurentia, ere the mornings light appeare,
    You mu st play Anthony in my disguise.
    2220 } Math.
    Anthony, what of vs? What shall we weare?
    Mari.
    Anth. Soft, soft, you are too forward Girles, I sweare,
    For you some other drift deuisd mu st bee ?
    2225One shaddow for a sub stance: this is shee.
    Nay weepe not sweetes, repose vpon my care,
    For all alike, or good or bad shall share:
    You will haue Haruie, you Heigham, and you Ned;
    You shall haue all your wi sh, or be I dead:
    2230For sooner may one day the Sea lie still,
    Then once re straine a Woman of her will.
    All. Sweete Anthony, how shall we quit thy hire?
    Anth. Not gifts, but your contentments I de sire:
    To helpe my Counrimen I ca st about,
    2235For Strangers loues blase fre sh, but soone burne out:
    Sweete re st dwell heere, and frightfull feare obiure,
    These eyes shall wake to make your re st secure:
    For ere againe dull night the dull eyes charmes,
    Each one shall fould her Husband in her armes:
    2240Which if it chaunce, we may auouch it still,
    Women & Maydes will alwayes haue their will. Exeunt.