Englishmen for My Money, or A Woman Will Have Her Will · chunk 39 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 T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 513 words
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Then this it is. Young Haruie late last night, Full weak and sickly came unto his lodging, From whence this sudden malady proceeds: 'tis all uncertain, the Doctors and his Friends Affirm his health is unrecoverable: Young Heigham and Ned Walgrave lately left him, And I came hither to inform you of it. Young M. Haruie sick; now afore God The news bites near the Bone: for should he die, His Living mortgaged would be redeemed, For not these three months doth the Bond bear date: Die now, marry God in heaven defend it; Oh my sweet Lands, lose thee, nay loose my life: And which is worst, I dare not ask mine own, For I take two and twenty in the hundred, When the Law gives but ten: But should he live, He careless would have left the debt unpaid, Then had the Lands been mine Pisaro's own, Mine, mine own Land, mine own Possession. Nay hear me out. You're out too much already, Unless you give him life, and me his Land. Whether 'tis love to you, or to your Daughter, I know not certain; but the Gentleman Hath made a deed of gift of all his Lands, Unto your beauteous Daughter fair Marina. Ha, say that word again, say it again, A good thing cannot be too often spoken: Marina say you, are you sure 'twas she, Or Mary, Margery; or some other Maid? To none but your Daughter fair Marina; And for the gift might be more forcible, Your neighbour master Moore advised us, (Who is a witness of young Harvey's Will) Sick as he is, to bring him to your house: I know they are not far, but do attend, That they may know, what welcome they shall have. What welcome sir; as welcome as new life Given to the poor condemned Prisoner: Return (good master brown) assure their welcome, Say it, nay swear it; for they're welcome truly: For welcome are they to me which bring Gold. See down who knocks; it may be there they are: Frisco, call down my Sons, bid the Girls rise: Where's Mowche; what, is he gone or no? Oh hear you siera, bring along with you Master Balsaro the Spanish Merchant. Many Balsaros I; I'll to my Love: And thanks to Anthony for this escape. Stay, take us with you. Hark, they knock again, Come my soul's comfort, thou good news bringer, I must needs hug thee even for pure affection. Lift softly (good my friends) for hurting him. Look cheerly sir, you're welcome to my house. Hark M. Vandal, and my other Sons, Seem to be sad as grieving for his sickness, But inwardly rejoice. Master Vandal, signior Alvaro, Monsieur Delion, Bid my Friend welcome, pray bid him welcome: Take a good heart; I doubt not (by God's leave) You shall recover and do well enough: (If I should think so, I should hang myself.) Frisco, go bid Marina come to me. You are a Witness sir, of this man's Will: What think you M. Moore, what say you to't?
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Then this it is. Young Haruie late laſt night, Full weake and ſickly came vnto his lodging, From whence this ſuddaine mallady proceedes: Tis 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. 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. Nay heare mee out. You'r out too much already, Vnleſſe you giue him life, and mee his Land. Whether tis 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. Ha, ſay that word againe, ſay it againe, A good thing cannot be too often ſpoken: Marina ſay you, are you ſure twas ſhee, Or Mary, Margery; or ſome other Mayde? 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. 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? Oh heare you ſiera, bring along with you Maiſter Balſaro the Spaniſh Marchant. Many Balſaros I; Ile to my Loue: And thankes to Anthony for this eſcape. 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. 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 Ʋandalle, 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. You are a Witneſſe ſir, of this mans Will: What thinke you M. Moore, what ſay you to't?