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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 Pisaro.
    Pisa. How fauourable Heauen and Earth is seene,
    To grace the mirthfull complot that is laide,
    1325Nights Candles burne obscure, and the pale Moone
    Fauouring our drift, lyes buried in a Cloude:
    I can but smile to see the simple Girles,
    Hoping to haue their sweete-hearts here to night,
    Tickled with extreame ioy, laugh in my face:
    1330But when they finde, the Strangers in their steades,
    Theyle change their note, and sing an other song.
    Where be these Girles heere? what, to bed, to bed:
    Mawdlin make fa st the Dores, rake vp the Fire;
    Gods me, tis nine a clocke, harke Bow-bell rings. Knocke.
    1335Some looke downe below, and see who knockes:
    And harke you Girles, settle your hearts at re st,
    And full resolue you, that to morrow morne,
    You mu st be wedd to such as I preferre;
    I meane Aluaro and his other friendes:
    1340Let me no more be troubled with your nayes.
    You shall doe what Ile haue, and so resolue.
    Enter Moore.
    Welcome M. Moore, welcome,
    What winde a gods name driues you foorth so late?
    1345 Moore. Fayth sir, I am come to trouble you,
    My wife this present night is brought to bed.
    Pisa. To bed, and what hath God sent you?
    Moor. A iolly Girle, sir.
    Pisa. And God ble s s e her: But what's your will sir?
    1350 Moor. Fayth sir, my house being full of Friends,
    Such as (I thanke them), came to see my wife?
    I would reque st you, that for this one night,
    My daughter Susan might be lodged here.
    Pisa. Lodge in my house, welcome withall my heart,
    1355 Mattharke you, she shall lye with you,
    Tru st me she could not come in fitter time.
    For heere you sir, to morrow in the morning,
    All my three Daughters mu st be married,
    Good mai ster Moore lets haue your company,
    1360What say you sir, Welcome hone st friend.
    Enter a Seruant.
    Moor. How now sirra whats the newes with you?
    Pisa. Mowche heare you, stirre betimes tomorrow,
    For then I meane your Schollers shall be wed:
    1365What newes, what newes man that you looke so sad.
    Moor. Hee brings me word my wife is new falne sicke,
    And that my daughter cannot come tonight:
    Or if she does, it will be very late.
    Pisa,Beleeue me I am then more sorry for it.
    1370But for your daughter come she soone or late,
    Some of vs will be vp to let her in,
    For heere be three meanes not to sleepe to night:
    Well you mu st be gone? commende me to your wife,
    Take heede how you goe downe, the staires are bad,
    1375Bring here a light.
    Moor. Tis well I thanke you sir. Exit.
    Pisa. Good night mai ster Moore farwell hone st friend,
    Come, come to bed, to bed tis nine and pa st.
    Doe not stand prating here to make me fetch you,
    1380But gette you to your Chambers. Exit Pisaro.
    Antho. Birlady heres short worke, harke you Girles,
    Will you to morrow marry with the strangers.
    Mall. Yfayth sir no Ile fir st leape out at window,
    Before Marina marry with a stranger,
    1385 Antho. Yes but your father sweares, you shall haue one.
    Ma.Yes but his daughters, swears they shall haue none,
    These horeson Canniballs, these Phili stines,
    These tango mongoes shall not rule Ore me,
    Ile haue my will and Ned, or Ile haue none.
    1390 Antho How will you get him? how will you get him?
    I know no other way except it be this,
    That when your fathers in his sounde st sleepe,
    You ope the Dore and runne away with them.
    All Si sters. So wee will rather then mi s s e of them.
    1395 Antho. Tis well resolude yfayth and like your selues,
    But heare you? to your Chambers presently,
    Lea st that your father doe discry our drift, Exeunt Si sters.
    Mi stres Susan should come but she cannot,
    Nor perhaps shall not, yet perhaps she shall,
    1400Might not a man conceipt a prettie ie st?
    And make as mad a Riddle as this is,
    If all things fadge not, as all thinges should doe,
    We shall be sped y'fayth, Matt shall haue hue.
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