Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 4 of 43
Haughton, William · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 [Feb 18-May 9, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Marry by these three points; a Wanton Eye. Pride in his Apparel, and the Devil in his Countenance. Well, God keep me from the Devil in seeking this Frenchman: But do you hear me Master, what shall my fellow Anthony do, it seems he shall serve for nothing but to put Latin into my young Mistresses. Hence ass, hence loggerhead, begone I say. And now to you that reads Philosophy, Pack from my house, I do discharge thy service, And come not near my doors; for if thou dost, I'll make thee a public example to the world. Well crafty Fox, you that work by wit, It may be, I may live to fit you yet. Ah sirrah, this trick was spied in time, For if but two such Lectures more they'd heard, For ever had their honest names been marred: I'll in and rate them: yet that's not best, The Girls are wilful, and severity May make them careless, mad, or desperate. What shall I do? Oh! I have found it now, There are three wealthy Merchants in the Town, All Strangers, and my very special friends, The one of them is an Italian: A Frenchman, and a Dutch-man, be the other: These three entirely do affect my Daughters, And therefore mean I, they shall have the tongues, That they may answer in their several Language: But what helps that? they must not stay so long, For whiles they are a learning Languages, My English Youths, both wed, and bed them too: Which to prevent, I'll seek the Strangers out, Let's look: 'tis past eleven, Exchange time full, There shall I meet them, and confer with them, This work craves haste, my Daughters must be Wed, For one Months stay, sayth farewell Maiden head. Come Gentlemen, we're almost at the house, I promise you this walk over Tower-hill, Of all the places London can afford, Hath sweetest Air, and fitting our desires. Good reason, so it leads to Croched-Fryers Where old Pisaro, and his Daughters dwell, Look to your feet, the broad way leads to Hell: They say Hell stands below, down in the deep, I'll down that Hill, where such good Wenches keep, But sirrah Ned, what says Mathea to thee? willt fadge? willt fadge? What, will it be a match? A match say you? a mischief 'twill as soon: Should I can scarce begin to speak to her, But I am interrupted by her father. Ha, what say you? and then put o'er his snout, Able to shadow Paul's, it is so great. Well, 'tis no matter, sirs, this is his House, Knock for the Churl bid him bring out his Daughter; I'll, 'sblood I will, though I be hanged for it, Hoyda, hoyda, nothing with you but up & ride, You'll be within, ere you can reach the Door, And have the Wench, before you compass her: You are too hasty, Pisaro is a man, Not to be fed with Words, but won with Gold. But who comes here?
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Marry by theſe three poynts; a Wanton Eye. Pride in his Apparell, and the Diuell in his Countenance. Well, God keepe me from the Diuel in ſeeking this French-man: But doe you heare mee Maiſter, what ſhall my fellow Anthony doe, it ſeemes he ſhall ſerue for nothing but to put Lattin into my young Miſtreſſes. Hence aſſe, hence loggerhead, begon I ſay. And now to you that reades Philoſophy, Packe from my houſe, I doe diſcharge thy ſeruice, And come not neere my dores; for if thou doſt, Ile make thee a publike example to the world. Well crafty Fox, you that worke by wit, It may be, I may liue to fit you yet. Ah ſirra, this tricke was ſpide in time, For if but two ſuch Lectures more they'd heard, For euer had their honeſt names been marde: Ile in and rate them: yet that's not beſt, The Girles are wilfull, and ſeueritie May make them careleſſe, 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, The 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: But what helpes that? they muſt not ſtay ſo long, For whiles they are a learning Languages, My Engliſh Youths, both wed, and bed them too: Which to preuent, Ile ſeeke the Strangers out, Let's looke: tis paſt aleauen, Exchange time full, There ſhall I meete them, and conferre with them, This worke craues haſt, my Daughters muſt be Wedde, For one Months ſtay, ſayth farrewell Mayden head. Come Gentlemen, w'are almoſt at the houſe, I promiſe you this walke ore Tower-hill, Of all the places London can afforde, Hath ſweeteſt Ayre, and fitting our deſires. 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, Ile downe that Hill, where ſuch good Wenches keepe, But ſirra Ned, what ſayes Mathea to thee? Wilt fadge? wilt fadge? What, will it be a match? A match ſay you? a miſchiefe twill as ſoone: Should I can ſcarce begin to ſpeake to her, But I am interrupted by her father. Ha, what ſay you? and then put ore his ſnoute, Able to ſhaddow Powles, it is ſo great. Well, tis no matter, ſirrs, this is his Houſe, Knocke for the Churle bid him bring out his Daughter; Ile, sbloud I will, though I be hanged for it, Hoyda, hoyda, nothing with you but vp & ride, Youle be within, ere you can reach the Dore, And haue the Wench, before you compaſſe her: You are too haſtie, Piſaro is a man, Not to be fedde with Words, but wonne with Gold. But who comes heere?