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English-men for my money: or, A pleasant comedy, called, A woman will haue her will
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Haughton, William, d. 1605.
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bring me out my bed voor you Math. Ha ha we know the Asse by his eares it is the Dutchman what shall we doe with him Laure. Peace let him not know that you are heere M. Heigham if you will stay awhile that I may se if my Father be a sleepe and I le make meanes we may come togeather Vand. Dat sal ick my Loua Is dit no well counterfett I speake so like mester Heigham as t is possible Laure. Well what shall we doe with this Lubber Louer I should say Math. What shall wee doe with him Why crowne him with a Mart. Fie Slutt No we le vse him clenlier you know we haue neuer a Signe at the dore would not the iest proue currant to make the Dutchman supply that want Laure. Nay the foole wil cry out so wake my father Mat. Why then we le cut the Rope cast him downe Laur. And so iest out a hanging let 's rather draw him vp in the Basket and so starue him to death this frosty night Mari. In sadnesse well aduisde Sister doe you holde him in talke and wee le prouide it whilst Laur. Goe to then M. Heigham oh sweete M Higham doth my Father thinke that his vnkindnes can part you poore Laurentia No no I haue found a drift to bring you to my Chamber if you haue but the heart to venter it Vand. Ventre salick goe to de see and be de see and ore de see and in de see voer my sweete Louue Laur. Then you dare goe into a Basket for I know no other meanes to inioy your companie then so for my Father hath the Keyes of the Dore Vand. Salick climb vp tot you sal ick fly vp tot you salick wat segdy Math. Bid him doe it Sister wee shall see his cunning Laur. Oh no so you may catch a fal There M. Heigham Put your selfe into that Basket and I will draw you vp But no words I pray you for feare my Sister heare you Vand. No no no word Oh de feete Wenshe Ick come Ick come Laur. Are you ready maister Heigham Vand. Ia ick my sout Lady Mari. Merily then my Wenches Laur How heauie the Asse is Maister Heigham is there any in the Basket but your selfe Vand. Neit neit dare be no man Laur. Are you vp sir Vand. Neit neit Mari Nor neuer are you like to climbe more higher Sisters the Woodcock 's caught the Foole is cag'd Vand. My sout Lady I be nuc neit vp pul me totv Math. When can you tell what maister Vandalle A wether beaten soldier an old wencher Thus to be ouer reach'd by three young Girles Ah sirra now wee le bragge with Mistres Moore To haue as fine a Parret as she hath Looke sisters what a pretty foole it is What a greene greasie shyning Coate he hath An Almonde for Parret a Rope for Parret Vand. Doe you moc que me seger seger I sal seg your vader Laur. Doe and you dare you see here is your fortune Disquiet not my father if you doe I le send you with a vengeance to the ground Well we must confesse we trouble you And ouer watching makes a wiseman madde Much more a foole there 's a Cusshon for you Mar. To bore you through the nose Laur. To lay your head on Couch in your Kennell sleape and fall to rest And so good night for London maydes skorne still A Dutch-man should be seene to curbe their will Vand. Hort ye Daughter hort ye gods se ker kin will ye no let me come tot you ick bid you let me come tot you watt sal ick don ick woud neit vor vn hundred pounde Aluaro Delion should see me ope dit maner well wat sal ick don ick mout neit cal vor de Wenshes wil cut de rope and breake my necke ick sal here bleauen til de morning dan ick sal cal to mester Pisaro make him shafe shite his dauctors Oh de skellum Frisco Oh des cruell Hores Enter Pisaro Pisa. I le put the Light out least I be espied For closely I haue stolne me foorth a doares That I might know how my three Sonnes haue sped Now afore God my heart is passing light That I haue ouerreach'd the Englishmen Ha ha Maister Vandalle many such nights Will swage your bigg swolne bulke and make it lancke When I was young yet though my Haires be gray I haue a Young mans spirit to the death And can as nimbly trip it with a Girle As those which fold the spring-tide in their Beards Lord how the verie thought of former times Supples these neere dried limbes with actiuenesse Well thoughts are shaddowes sooner lost then seene Now to my Daughters and their merrie night I hope Aluaro and his companie Haue read to them morrall Philosophie And they are full with it Heere I le stay And tarry till my gallant youths come foorth Enter Haruie Walgraue and Heigham Heigh. You mad-man wild-oats mad-cap where art thou Walg. Heere afore Haru. Oh ware what loue is Ned hath found the scent And if the Connie chaunce to misse her Burrough Shee 's ouer-borne y fayth she cannot stand it Pisa. I know that voyce or I am much deceiued Heigh. Come why loyter wee this is the Dore But soft heere 's one asleepe Walg. Come let mee feele Oh t is some Rogue or other spurne him spurne him Haru. Be not so wilfull prethee let him lie Heigh. Come backe come backe for wee are past the house Yonder 's Matheas Chamber with the light Pisa. Well fare a head or I had been discride Gods mee what make the Youngsters heere so late I am a Rouge and spurne him well Iacke sauce The Rogue is waking yet to marre your sport Walg. Matt Mistris Mathea where be these Girles Enter Mathea alone Math. VVho 's there below Walg. Thy Ned kind Ned thine honest trusty Ned Math. No no it is the Frenchman in his stead That Mounsieur motlicoate that can dissemble Heare you Frenchman packe to your Whores in Fraunce Though I am Portingale by the Fathers side And therefore should be lustfull wanton light Yet goodman Goosecap I will let you know That I haue so much English by the Mother That no bace slauering French shall make me stoope And so sir Dan-delion fare you well Walg. What speachlesse not a word why how now Ned Har. The Wench hath tane him downe He hanges his head Walg. You Dan-de-lion you that talke so well Harke you a word or two good Mistris Matt Did you appoynt your Friends to meete you heere And being come tell vs of Whores in Fraunce A Spanish lennet and an English Mare A Mongrill halfe a Dogge and halfe a Bitch VVith Tran-dido Dil-dido and I know not what Heare you if you 'le run away with Ned And be content to take me as you find me VVhy so law I am yours if otherwise You le change
keepe vnknowne till you be laide to rest And then a good hand speed you Walg. Tut nere feare mee We two abed shall neuer disagree Exeunt Antho. Walg. Frisc. I haue stood still all this while and could not speake for laughing Lord what a Dialogue hath there bin betweene Age and Youth You do good on her euen as much as my Dutchman will doe on my young Mistris Maister follow my counsaile then send for M. Heigham to helpe him for I le lay my Cappe to two Pence that hee will be asleepe to morrow at night when he should goe to bed to her Marry for the Italian he is of an other humor for therele be no dealings with him till midnight for hee must slauer all the Wenches in the house at parting or he is no body hee hath been but a litle while at our House yet in that small time hee hath lickt more Grease from our Mawdlins lippes then would haue seru'd London Kitchin-stuffe this tweluemonth Yet for my money well fare the Frenchman Oh hee is a forward Lad for hee le no sooner come from the Church but hee le fly to the Chamber why hee le read his Lesson so often in the day time that at night like an apt Scholler hee le be ready to sell his old Booke to buye him a new Oh the generation of Languages that our House will bring foorth why euery Bedd will haue a propper speach to himselfe and haue the Founders name written vpon it in faire Cappitall letters Heere lay and so foorth Pisa. You le be a villaine still Looke who 's at dore Frisc. Nay by the Masse you are M. Porter for I le be hang'd if you loose that office hauing so pretty a morsell vnder your keeping I goe old huddle for the best Nose at smelling out a Pin-fold that I know well take heede you may happes picke vp Wormes so long that at length some of them get into your Nose and neuer out after But what an Asse am I to thinke so considering all the Lodginges are taken vp already and there 's not a Dog-kennell empty for a strange Worme to breed in Enter Anthony Antho. The day is broke Mathea and young Ned By this time are so surely linckt togeather That none in London can forbid the Banes Laurentia she is neere prouided for So that if Haruies pollicie but hold Elsewheare the Strangers may goe seeke them Wiues But heere they come Enter Pisaro and Browne Pisa. Six a clocke say you trust mee forward dayes Harke you Mowche hic you to Church Bid M Bewford be in readinesse Where goe you that way Anth. For my Cloake sir Pisa. Oh t is well and M. Browne Trust mee your earely stirring makes me muse Is it to mee your businesse Brown Euen to your selfe I come I thinke to bring you welcome newes Pisa. And welcome newes More welcome makes the bringer Speake speake good M. Browne I long to heare them Brow Then this it is Young Haruie late last night Full weake and sickly came vnto his lodging From whence this suddaine mallady proceedes T is all vncertaine the Doctors and his Friends Affirme his health is vnrecouerable Young Heigham and Ned Walgraue lately left him And I came hither to informe you of it Pisa. Young M. Haruie sicke now afore God The newes bites neere the Bone for should he die His Liuing morgaged would be redeemed For not these three months doth the Bond beare date Die now marry God in heauen defend it Oh my sweete Lands loose thee nay loose my life And which is worst I dare not aske mine ovvne For I take two and twenty in the hundred When the Law giues but ten But should he liue Hee carelesse would haue left the debt vnpaide Then had the Lands been mine Pisaros owne Mine mine owne Land mine owne Possession Brow Nay heare mee out Pisa. You 'r out too much already Vnlesse you giue him life and mee his Land Brow Whether t is loue to you or to your Daughter I know not certaine but the Gentleman Hath made a deed of gift of all his Lands Vnto your beautious Daughter faire Marina Pesa. Ha say that word againe say it againe A good thing cannot be too often spoken Marina say you are you sure t was shee Or Mary Margery or some other Mayde Brow To none but your Daughter faire Marina And for the gift might be more forcible Your neighbour maister Moore aduised vs Who is a witnesse of young Haruies Will Sicke as hee is to bring him to your house I know they are not farre but doe attende That they may know what welcome they shall haue Pisa. What welcome sir as welcome as new life Giuen to the poore condemned Prisoner Returne good maister Browne assure their welcome Say it nay sweare it for they 'r welcome truly For welcome are they to mee which bring Gold See downe who knockes it may be there they are Frisco call downe my Sonnes bid the Girles rise Where 's Mowche what is he gon or no Enter Laurentia in Anthonies attire Oh heare you siera bring along with you Maister Balsaro the Spanish Marchant Laur. Many Balsaros I I le to my Loue And thankes to Anthony for this escape Pisa. Stay take vs with you Harke they knocke againe Come my soules comfort thou good newes bringer I must needes hugge thee euen for pure affection Enter Haruie brought in a Chaire Moore Browne Aluaro Vandalle Delion and Frisco Pisa. Lift softly good my friends for hurting him Looke chearely sir you 'r welcome to my house Harke M. Vandalle and my other Sonnes Seeme to be sad as grieuing for his sicknesse But inwardly reioyce Maister Vandalle Signor Aluaro Monsieur Delion Bid my Friend welcome pray bid him welcome Take a good heart I doubt not by Gods leaue You shall recouer and doe well enough Yf I should thinke so I should hange my selfe Frisco goe bid Marina come to mee Exit Frisco You are a Witnesse sir of this mans Will What thinke you M. Moore what say you to 't Moor. Maister Pisaro follow mine aduice You see the Gentleman cannot escape Then let him straight be wedded to your Daughter So during life time she shall hold his Land When now beeing nor kith nor kin to him For all the deed of Gift that he hath seald His younger Brother will inioy the Land Pisa. Marry my Daughter no birlady Heare you Aluaro my Friend counsaile mee Seeing young M. Haruie is so sicke To marry him incontinent to my Daughter Or else the gift he hath bestowde is vaine Marry and hee recouer no my Sonne I will not loose thy loue for all his Land Alua. Here you padre do no lose his Lands his hundred pont per anno t is wort to hauar let him haue de matresse Marina in de mariage t is but vor me to attendre vne day more if he will no die I sal giue him sush a Drincke sush a Potion sal mak him giue de Bonos noches