Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 27 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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 495 words
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Who do der ander? Amis? Oh brave; it's nobody but M. Pharoo and the Frenchman going to our House, on my life: well, I'll have some sport with them, if the Watch hinder me not. Who goes there? Who parley der, in what plash, in what street be you? Why sir, I can tell where I am; I am in Tower-street: Where a Devil be you? Io be here in Lede-hall. In Leadenhall? I trow I shall meet with you anon: in Leadenhall? What a simple Ass is this Frenchman. Some more of this: Where are you sir? Moy I be here in Vanshe-streete. This is excellent ynfayth, as fit as a Fiddle: I in Tower-street, you in Leadenhall, and the third in Fanchurch-streete; and yet all three hear one another, and all three speak together: either we must be all three in Leadenhall, or all three in Tower-street, or all three in Fanchurch-streete; or all three Fools. Monsieur Gentle-home, can you well tesh de weigh to Croshe-frier? How to Croched-friers? ay, I sir, passing well if you will follow me. I dat me sal monsieur Gentle-home, and give you tanks. And monsiur Pharo, I shall lead you such a jaunt, that you shall scarce give me thanks for. Come sirs follow me: now for a dirty Puddle, the pissing Condit, or a great Post, that might turn these two from Asses to Oxen by knocking their Horns to their Foreheads. Whaer be de now signior? even where you will signior, for I know not: Soft I smell: Oh pure Nose. Wat do you smell? I have the scent of London-stone as full in my nose, as Abchurch-lane of mother Walls Pasties: Sirs feel about, I smell London-stone. Wat be dis? Soft let me see; feel I should say, for I cannot see: Oh lads pray for my life, for we are almost at Croched-friers. Dats good: but watt be dis Post? This Post; why 'tis the Maypole on Ivy-bridge going to Westminster. Ho Westminster, how come we tol Westminster? Why on your Legs fools, how should you go? Soft, here's another: Oh now I know in deed where I am; we are now at the farthest end of Shoreditch, for this is the Maypole. Sordiche; O dio, dear be some naughty tinge, some Spirit do lead us. You say true sir, for I am afeard your French spir't is up so far already, that you brought me this way, because you would find a Charm for it at the Blue Bore in the Spittle: But soft, who comes here? Maids in your Smocks, look well to your Locks, Your Fire and your Light; and God give you good night. Monsieur Gentle-home, I pray parle one, too, tree, fore, words vore us to dis oull man. Yes marry shall I sir. I pray honest Fellow, in what Street be we? Ho Frisco, whither frisk you at this time of night? What, Monsieur Frisco? signior Frisco?
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Who doe der ander? Amis? Oh braue; it's no body but M. Pharoo and the Frenchman going to our Houſe, on my life: well, Ile haue ſome ſport with them, if the Watch hinder me not. Who goes there? Who parle der, in wat plaſhe, in wat ſtreat be you? Why ſir, I can tell where I am; I am in Tower-ſtreete: Where a Diuell be you? Io be here in Lede-hall. In Leaden-hall? I trow I ſhall meete with you anone: in Leaden-hall? What a ſimple Aſſe is this Frenchman. Some more of this: Where are you ſir? Moy I be here in Vanſhe-ſtreete. This is excellent ynfayth, as fit as a Fiddle: I in Tower-ſtreete, you in Leaden-hall, and the third in Fanchurch-ſtreete; and yet all three heare one another, and all three ſpeake togeather: either wee muſt be all three in Leaden-hall, or all three in Tower-ſtreete, or all three in Fanchurch-ſtreete; or all three Fooles. Monſieur Gentle-home, can you well teſh de wey to Croſhe-frier? How to Croched-friers? I, I ſir, paſsing well if you will follow mee. I dat me ſal monſier Gentle-home, and giue you tanks. And monſiur Pharo, I ſhall lead you ſuch a iaunt, that you ſhall ſcarce giue me thankes for. Come ſirrs follow mee: now for a durtie Puddle, the piſsing Condit, or a great Poſt, that might turne theſe two from Aſſes to Oxen by knocking their Hornes to their Fore-heads. Whaer be de now ſignor? Euen where you will ſignor, for I know not: Soft I ſmell: Oh pure Noſe. VVat do you ſmell? I haue the ſcent of London-ſtone as full in my noſe, as Abchurch-lane of mother Walles Paſties: Sirrs feele about, I ſmell London-ſtone. Wat be dis? Soft let me ſee; feele I ſhould ſay, for I cannot ſee: Oh lads pray for my life, for we are almoſt at Croched-friers. Dats good: but watt be dis Poſt? This Poſt; why tis the May-pole on Iuie-bridge going to Weſtminſter. Ho Weſmiſtere, how come we tol Weſmiſtere? Why on your Legges fooles, how ſhould you goe? Soft, heere's an other: Oh now I know in deede where I am; wee are now at the fardeſt end of Shoredich, for this is the May-pole. Sordiche; O dio, dere be ſome nautie tinge, ſome Spirite do leade vs. You ſay true ſir, for I am afeard your French ſpirt is vp ſo far alredy, that you brought me this way, becauſe you would finde a Charme for it at the Blew Bore in the Spittle: But ſoft, who comes heere? Maydes in your Smocks, looke wel to your Locks, Your Fier and your Light; and God giue you good night. Monſieur Gentle-home, I prey parle one, too, tree, fore, words vore vs to dis oull man. Yes marry ſhall I ſir. I pray honeſt Fellow, in what Streete be wee? Ho Friſco, whither friske you at this time of night? What, Monſieur Friſco? Signor Friſco?