Englishmen For My Money (Quarto 1, 1616)
Scene 3
Enter Pisaro, Delion the Frenchman,Vandalle the Dutchman,
Aluaro the Italian,and other Marchants, at seuerall doores.
395 Pisa. Good morrow, M. Strangers.
Strang. Good morrow, sir.
Pisaro. This (louing friends) hath thus emboldned me,
For knowing the affection and the loue
Mai ster Vandalle, that you beare my Daughter:
400Likwise, and that with ioy con sidering too,
you Moun sieur Delion, would faine dispatch:
I promise you, mee thinkes the time did fit,
And does bir-Lady too, in mine aduice,
This day to clap a full conclu sion vp:
405And therefore made I bold to call on you,
Meaning (our bu sine s s e done here at the Burse),
That you at mine intreaty should walke home,
And take in worth such Viands as I haue:
And then we would, and so I hope we shall,
410Loosely tye vp the knot that you de sire,
But for a day or two; and then Church rites
Shall sure conforme, confirme, and make all fa st.
Uand. Seker Me ster Pisaro, mee do so groterly dancke
you, dat you macke mee so sure of de Wench, datt ic can
415 neit dancke you genough.
Delio. Mon sieur Pisaro, mon pere, mon Vadere, Oh de
grande ioye you giue me (econte) mee sal go home to your
House, sal eat your Bakon, sal eat your Beefe, and shal
tacke de Wench, de fine Damoysella.
420 Pisa. You shall, and welcome; welcome as my soule:
But were my third Sonne sweete Aluaro heere,
Wee would not stay at the Exchange to day,
But hye vs home and there end our affayres.
Enter Moore, and Towerson.
425 Moore. Good day mai ster Pisaro.
Pisa. Mai ster Moore, Marry with all my heart good
morrow sir. What newes? What newes?
Moore. This Marchant heere my friend, would speake
with you.
430 Tower. Sir, this iolly South-We st wind with gentle bla st,
Hath driuen home our long expected Shippes,
All laden with the wealth of ample Spaine,
And but a day is pa st since they ariude
Safely at Plimmouth, where they yet abide.
435 Pisa. Thankes is too small a guerdon for such newes.
How like you this Newes friends? Mai ster Uandalle,
Heer's somewhat towards for my Daughters Dowrie:
Heer's somewhat more then we did yet expect.
Tower. But heare you sir, my bu sine s s e is not done;
440From these same Shippes I did receiue these lines,
And there inclosde this same Bill of exchange,
To pay at sight; if so you please accept it.
Pisa. Accept it, why? What sir should I accept,
Haue you receiued Letters, and not I?
445Where is this lazie villaine, this slow Poa st:
What, brings he euery man his Letters home,
And makes mee no bodie; does hee, does hee?
I would not haue you bring me counterfeit;
And if you doe, a s s ure you I shall smell it:
450I know my Factors writing well enough.
Tower. You doe sir, then see your Factors writing:
I scorne as much as you, to counterfeite,
Pisa. Tis well you do sir.
Enter Haruie, Walgraue, and Heighun.
455What Mai ster Walgraue, and my other frindes:
You are grown strangers to Pisaros house,
I pray make bold with me.
Walsg. I, with your Daughters
You may be sworne, weele be as bold as may be.
460 Pisa. Would you haue ought with me, I pray now speak.
Heigh. Sir, I thinke you vnder stand our sute,
By the repayring we haue had to you:
Gentlemen you know, mu st want no Coyne,
Nor are they slaues vnto it, when they haue:
465You may perceiue our minds; What say you to't?
Pisa. Gentlemen all, I loue you all:
Which more to manife st, this after noone
Betweene the howers of two and three repaire to mee;
And were it halfe the sub stance that I haue,
470Whil st it is mine, tis yours to commaunde.
But Gentlemen, as I haue regard to you,
So doe I wi sh you'll haue respect to mee:
You know that all of vs are mortall men,
Subiect to change and mutabilitie;
475You may, or I may, soone pitch ore the Pearch,
Or so, or so, haue contrary cro s s es:
Wherefore I deeme but mere equitie,
That some thing may betwixt vs be to shew.
Heigh. M. Pisaro, within this two months without faile,
480We will repay.
Enter Browne.
Browne>. God saue you Gentlemen.
Gentlemen. Good morrow sir.
Pisa>. What M. Browne, the onely man I wi sht for,
485Does your price fall? what shall I haue these Cloathes?
For I would ship them straight away for Stoade:
I doe wi sh you my Mony fore another.
Brow. Fayth you know my price sir, if you haue them.
Pisa. You are to deare in sadne s s e, mai ster Heigham:
490You were about to say somewhat, pray proceede.
Heigh. Then this is was: those Landes that are not
morgag'd
Enter Po st .
Po st . God ble s s e your wor ship.
495 Pisaro. I mu st craue pardon; Oh sirra, are you come?
Walg. Hoyda, hoyda; Whats the matter now;
Sure, yonder fellow will be torn in peeces.
Haru. Whats hee, sweete youths; that so they flocke (about:
What old Pisaro tainted with this madne s s e?
500 Heigh. Vpon my life, tis some body bringes newes;
The Courte breakes vp, and wee shall know their Coun- (sell:
Looke, looke, how busely they fall to reading.
Pisa.I am the la st, you should haue kept it still:
Well, we shall see what newes you bring with you;
505Our duty premised, and we haue sent vnto your wor ship
Sacke, siuill Oyles, Pepper, Barbery sugar, and such other
commodities as we thought mo st requi site, we wanted
mony therefore we are fayne to take vp 200.l. of Mai ster
Towersons man, which by a bill of Exchange sent to him,
510we would reque st your wor ship pay accordingly.
You shall commaund sir, you shall commaunde sir,
The newes here is, that the Engli sh shipes, the Fortune,
your shipe, the aduenture and good lucke of London coa-
sting along by Italy Towards Turky, were set vpon by to
515 Spani sh -gallies, what became of them we know not, but
doubt much by reason of the weathers calmne s s e.
Pisa. How i st six to one the weather calme,
Now afore God, who would not doubt their safety,
A plague vpon these Spani sh -galli Pirattes,
520Roaring Caribdis, or deuowring Scilla,
Were halfe such terrour to the anticke world,
As these same anticke Villaines now of late,
Haue made the Straights twixt Spaine and Barbary.
Tower. Now sir, what doth your Factors letters say?
525 Pisa. Marry he saith, these witle s s e luckle s s e doults,
Haue met, and are beset with Spani sh Gallies,
As they did saile along by Italy:
What a bots made the dolts neere Italy,
Could they not keepe the coa st of Barbary,
530or hauing pa st it, gone for Tripoly,
Beeing on the other side of Sicily,
As neere, as where they were vnto the Straights:
For by the Gloabe, both Tripoly and it,
Lie from the Straights some twentie fiue degrees;
535And each degree makes three-score engli sh miles?
Tower. Very true sir: But it makes nothing to my Bill
of exchange: this dealing fits not one of your account.
Pisa>. And what fits yours? a prating wrangling toung,
A womans ceasele s s e and ince s s ant babling,
540The sees the world turnd top sie turuie with me;
Yet hath not so much witte to stay a while,
Till I bemone my late exce s s iue lo s s e.
Walg. S'wounds tis dinner time, Ile stay no longer:
Harke you a word sir.
545 Pisa I tell you sir, it would haue made you whine
Worse then if shooles of luckle s s e croking Rauens,
Had ceasd on you to feed their fami sht paunches:
Had you heard newes of such a rauenous rout,
Ready to cease on halfe the wealth you haue.
550 Wal. Sbloud you might haue kept at home & be hangd,
What a pox care I. Enter a Po st .
Po st . God saue your wor ship, a little mony and so forth.
Pisa. But men are sencele s s e now of others woe,
This stony age is growne so stony harted,
555That none respects their neighbours miseries,
I wi sh (as Poets doe) that Saturnes times
The long out worne world were in vse againe,
That men might sayle without impediment.
Po st . I marry sir that were a merry world indeede, I
560would hope to gette more mony of your wor ship in one
quarter of a yeare, then I can doe now in a whole twelue-
moneth. Enter Balsaro.
Balsa. Mai ster Pisaro how I haue runne about;
How I haue toyld to day to finde you out,
565At home, abroade, at this mans house, at that,
Why I was here an hower agoe and more,
Where I was tould you were, but could not finde you.
Pisa. Fayth sir I was here but was driuen home,
Here's such a common hant of Crack-rope boyes,
570That what for feare to haue m'apparell spoyld,
Or my Ruffes durted, or Eyes strucke out:
I dare not walke where people doe expect mee:
Well, things (I thinke) might be better lookt vnto,
And such Coyne to, which is be stowde on Knaues,
575Which should, but doe not see things be reformd,
Might be imployde to many better vses:
But what of beardle s s e Boyes, or such like tra sh;
The Spani sh Gallies: Oh, a vengeance on them.
Po st . Ma s s e, this man hath the lucke on't, I thinke I can
580 scarce euer come to him for money, but this a vengeance
on, and that a vengeance on't, doth so trouble him, that I
can scarce get no Coyne: Well, a vengenace on't for my part; for
he shall fetch the next Letters him selfe.
Browne. I prethee, when think st thou the Ships will be
585come about from Plimmouth? Po st . Next week sir.
Heigh. Came you sir from Spaine lately?
Po st . I sir; Why aske you that?
Ha. Marry sir, thou seemes to haue bin in the hot countries,
thy face looks so like a peece of ru sty Bacon: had thy Ho st
590at Plimmouth meat enough in the house, whẽ thou wert there?
Po st . What though he had not sir? but he had, how then?
Haru. Marry thanke God for it: for otherwise, he
would doubtles haue Cut thee out in Ra shers to haue eaten
thee: thou look' st as thou weart through broyld already.
595 Po st . You haue sayd sir; but I am no meate for his mo-
ing, nor yours neither: If I had you in place where, you
should find me tough enough in dige stion, I warrant you.
Walgr What will you swagger sirra, will yee swagger?
Brow. I beseech you Sir, hold your hand; Gette home
600yee patch, cannot you suffer Gentlemen ie st with you?
Po st . Ide teach him a Gentle tricke and I had him of the
burse; but Ile watch him a good turne I warrant him.
Moor. A s s ure yee mai ster Towerson, I cannot blame him,
I warrant you it is no ea sie lo s s e;
605How thinke you mai ster Stranger? by my faith sir,
Ther's twentie Marchants will be sorry for it,
That shall be partners with him in his lo s s e.
Stra.. Why sir, whats the matter.
Moor. The Spani sh-gallies haue besette our shippes,
610That lately were bound out for Siria.
march. What not? I promise you I am sorry for it.
Walg. What an old A s s e is this to keepe vs here:
Mai ster Pisaro, pray dispatch vs hence.
Pisa. Mai ster Vandalle I confe s s e I wronge you;
615But Ile but talke a word or two with him, and straight
turne to you.
Ah sir, and how then yfayth>
Heigh. Turne to vs, turne to the Gallowes if you will.
Haru. Tis Midsommer-Moone with him: let him alone,
620He call's Ned Walgraue, Mai ster Vandalle.
Walg. Let it be shrouetide, Ile not stay an ynch; mai ster (Pisaro.
Pisa. What should you feare: ende as I haue vow'd be- (fore,
So now againe; my Daughters shall be yours:
And therefore I beseech you and your friendes,
625Deferre your bu sine s s e till Dinner time;
And what youd say, keepe it for table talke.
Haru. Marrie and shall: a right good motion:
Sirrs, old Pisaro is growne kind of late,
And in pure loue, hath bid vs home to dinner.
630 Heigh. Good newes in truth: But wherefore art thou sad?
Walg. For feare the slaue ere it be dinner time,
Remembring what he did, recall his word:
For by his idle speaches, you may sweare,
His heart was not confederat with his tongue.
635 Haru. Tut neuer doubt, keepe stomacks till anone,
And then we shall haue cates to feede vpon.
Pisa. Well sir, since things doe fall so crosely out,
I mu st dispose my selfe to patience:
But for your bu sine s s e, doe you a s s ure your selfe,
640At my repayring home from the Exchange,
Ile set a helping hand vnto the same.
Enter Aluaro the Italian.
Alua. Bon iurno signeour Padre, why be de malancollie so
much, and graue in you a? wat Newes make you looke
645 so naught?
Pisa. Naught is too good an epithite by much,
For to di stingui sh such contrariousne s s e:
Hath not swift Fame told you our slow sailde Shippes
Haue been ore-taken by the swift saile Gallies,
650And all my cared-for goods within the lurch
Of that same Catterpiller brood of Spaine.
Alua. Signor si , how de Spaniola haue almo st tacke de
Ship dat go for Turkie: my Pader, harke you me on word,
I haue receiue vn lettre from my Factor de Vennise, dat after
655 vn piculo battalion, for vn halfe howre de come a Winde
fra de North, & de Sea go tumble here, & tumble dare, dat
make de Gallies run away for feare be almo st drownde.
Pisa. How sir; did the Winde rise at North, and Seas
waxe rough: and were the Gallies therefore glad to fly?
660 Alu. Signior si , & de Ship go dritte on de Iscola de Candy .
Pisa Wert thou not my Aluaro my beloued,
One whom I know does dearley count of mee,
Much should I doubt me that some scoffing Iacke,
Had sent thee in the midde st of all my griefes,
665To tell a feigned tale of happy lucke.
Alua. Will you no beleuue me? see dare dan, see de lettre.
Pisa. What is this world? or what this state of man,
How in a moment cur st, in a trice ble st?
But euen now my happie state gan fade,
670And now againe, my state is happie made,
My Goods all safe, my Ships all scapt away,
And none to bring me newes of such good lucke,
But whom the heauens have markt to be my Sonne:
Were I a Lord as great as Alexander,
675None should more willingly be made mine Heyre,
Then thee thou golden tongue, thou good-newes teller
Ioy stops my mouth. The Exchange Bell rings.
Balsa. M. Pisaro, the day is late, the Bell doth ring:
Wilt please you ha sten to performe this bu sine s s e?
680 Pisa. What bu sine s s e sir? Gods mee, I cry you mercie:
Doe it, yes sir, you shall commaunde me more.
Tower. But sir, What doe you meane, doe you intend
To pay this Bill, or else to palter with mee?
Pisa. Marry God shield, that I should palter with you:
685I doe accept it, and come when you please;
You shall haue your money, you shall haue your money due.
Po st . I beseech your wor ship to con sider mee.
Pisa. Oh, you cannot cogge: Goe to, take that,
Pray for my life: pray that I haue good lucke,
690And thou shalt see, I will not be thy wor st mai ster.
Po st . Marry God ble s s e your Wor ship; I came in happy
time: What, a French crowne? sure hee knowes not what
he does: well, Ile begon, lea st he remember himselfe, and
take it from me againe. Exit Po st .
695 Pisa. Come on my lads, M. Vandalle, sweet sonne Aluaro:
Come don Balsaro, lets be iogging home
Bir laken sirs, I thinke tis one a clocke.
Extt Pisaro, Balsaro, Aluaro, Delion, and Uandalle.
Brow. Come M. Moore, th'Exchange is waxen thin,
700I thinke it be st we get vs home to dinner.
Moor. I know that I am lookt for long ere this:
Come mai ster Towerson, let's walke along.
Exit Moore, Browne, Towerson, Strangers, & Marchant.
Heigh. And if you be so hot vpon your dinner,
705Your be st way is, to ha ste Pisaro on,
For he is cold enough, and slow enough;
He hath so late dige sted such cold newes.
Walg. Mary and shall: Heare you mai ster Pisaro.
Haru. Many Pisaros heere: Why how now Ned;
710Where is your Mat, your welcome, and good cheare?
Walg. Swounds, lets follow him; why stay we heere?
Heigh. Nay prethee Ned Walg. lets bethinke our selues,
There's no such ha ste, we may come time enough:
At fir st Pisaro bade vs come to him
715Twixt two or three a clocke at after noone?
Then was he old Pisaro: but since then,
What with his griefe for lo s s e, and ioy for finding,
Hee quite forgat himselfe, when he did bid vs,
And afterward forgat, that he had bade vs.
720 Walg. I care not, I remember't well enough:
Hee bade vs home; and I will goe, that's flat,
To teach him better witte another time.
Haru. Heer'le be a gallant iest, when we come there,
To see how maz'd the greedie chuffe will looke
725Vpon the nations, sects, and facttions,
That now haue borne him company to dinner:
But harke you, lets not goe to vexe the man;
Prethee sweet Ned lets tarry, doe not goe.
Walg. Not goe? indeed you may doe what you please;
730Ile goe, that's flat: nay, I am gon alreadie,
Stay you two, and con sider further of it.
Heigh. Nay all will goe, if one: I prethee stay;
Thou'rt such a ra sh and giddie headed youth.
Each Stone's a Thorne: Hoyda, he skips for ha ste;
735Young Haruie did but ie st; I know heele goe.
Walg. Nay, he may chuse for mee: But if he will,
Why does he not? why stands he prating still?
If youle goe, come: if not, fare-well?
Haru. Hier a Po st=horse for him (gentle Francke)
740Heer's ha ste, and more ha ste then a ha stie Pudding:
You mad-man, mad-cap, wild-oates; we are for you,
It bootes not stay, when you intend to goe.
Walg. Come away then. Exeunt.

Englishmen For My Money (Quarto 1, 1616)