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A Yorkshire Tragedy (Third Folio, 1664)


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A York-Shire Tragedy.
Dice and voluptuous meetings, midnight Revels,
Taking his bed with surfets. Ill beseeming
The ancient honour of his House and Name:
95And this not all, but that which kills me most,
When he recounts his losses and false fortunes,
The weaknesse of his state so much dejected,
Not as a man repentant, but half mad,
His fortunes cannot answer his expence:
100He sits and sullenly locks up his armes,
Forgetting heaven, looks downward, which makes
Him appear so dreadfull, that he frights my heart:
Walks heavily, as if his soule were earth;
Not penitent for those his sins are past,
105But vext, his money cannot make them last:
A fearfull melancholy, ungodly sorrow.
Oh yonder he comes, now in despight of ills
I'le speak to him, and I will hear him speak,
And do my best to drive it from his heart.

110
Enter Husband.

Hus. Pox of the last throw, it made
Five hundred Angels vanish from my sight:
I'me damn'd, Ime damn'd, the Angels have forsook me;
Nay 'tis certainly true: for he that has no coyn,
115Is damn'd in this world; he's gone, he's gone.
Wife. Dear Husband.
Hus. Oh! most punishment of all, I have a Wife.
Wife. I doe entreat you as you love your soule,
Tell me the cause of this your discontent.
120 Hus. A vengeance strip thee naked, thou art cause,
Effect, quality, property, thou, thou, thou.
Exit.
Wife. Bad turn'd to worse?
Both beggery of the soule as of the body,
And so much unlike himself at first,
125As if some vexed spirit had got his form upon him.

Enter Husband again.

He comes again,
He sayes I am the cause, I never yet
Spoke lesse then words of duty and of love.
130 Hus. If marriage be honourable, then Cuckolds are
honourable, for they cannot be made without marriage.
Fool, what meant I to marry to get Beggars?
Now must my eldest Son be a Knave or nothing, he can-
not live but upoth' fool, for he will have no Land to
135maintain him: that morgage sits like a snaffle upon mine
inheritance, and makes me chaw upon Iron.
My second Son must be a promoter, and my third a
Thief, or an under-putter, a Slave Pander.
Oh beggery, beggery, to what base uses doth it put a man.
140I think the Devil scorns to be a Bawd:
He beares himself more proudly, has more care on his
credite.
Base, slavish, abject, filthy poverty.
Wi. Good sir, by all our vowes I doe beseech you,
145Shew me the true cause of your discontent.
Hus. Mony, mony, mony, and thou must supply me.
Wi. Alass, I am the least cause of your discontent.
Yet what is mine, either in Rings or Jewels,
Use to your own desire, but I beseech you,
150As you are a Gentleman by many bloods,
Though I my self be out of your respect,
Think on the state of these three lovely boyes
You have been Father to.
Hus. Puh, Bastards, Bastards, Bastards, begot in tricks,
155begot in tricks.
Wi. Heaven knowes how those words wrong me,
But I'le endure these griefs among a thousand more:
Oh call to mind your Lands already morgag'd,
Your self wound into debts, your hopefull Brother
160At the University into bonds for you,
Like to be seiz'd upon. And-----
Hus. Ha done, thou Harlot,
Whom though for fashion I married,
I never could abide. Think'st thou thy words
165Shall kill my pleasure? fall off to thy friends,
Thou and thy Bastards beg, I will not bate
A whit in humour: Midnight still I love you,
And revel in your company: curb'd in?
Shall it be said in all societies,
170That I broke custome? that I flagd in money?
No, those thy Jewels I will play as freely,
As when my state was fullest.
Wife. Be it so.
Hus. Nay I protest, and take that for an earnest,
175
He spurns her.
I will for ever hold thee in contempt,
And never touch the Sheets that cover thee,
But be divorc't in bed, till thou consent,
Thy dowry shall be sold to give new life
180Unto those pleasures which I most affect.
Wife. Sir, do but turn a gentle eye on me,
And what the law shall give me leave to do,
You shall command.
Hus.Look it be done, shall I want dust,
185And like a Slave wear nothing in my pockets,
Holds his Hands in his Pockets.
But my hands to fill them up with nayles?
Oh much against my blood, let it be done,
I was never made to be a loker on:
190A Bawde to Dice; I'le shake the Drabs my self,
And make them yield, I say look it be done.
Wife. I take my leave, it shall.
Exit.
Hus. Speedily, speedily, I hate the very hour I chose
a Wife, a trouble, trouble, three Children like three evils
195hang upon me, fie, fie, fie, strumpet and bastards, strum-
pet and bastards.

Enter three Gentlemen, hearing him.

1. Gent. Still do these loathsome thoughts jar on your
Tongue?
200Your self to stain the honour of your Wife,
Nobly discended; those whom men call mad,
Endangers others, but he's more then mad
That wounds himself, whose own words
Do proclaime it is not fit, I pray forsake it.
205 2. Gen. Good sir, let modesty reprove you.
3. Gen. Let honest kindness sway so much with you.
Hus. God den, I thank you, sir, how do you? adieu, I
am glad to see you, farewell Instructions, Admonitions.
Exeunt Gent.
210
Enter a Servant.

How now sirrha? what would you?
Ser. Onely to certifie you, sir, that my Mistresse was
met by the way, by them who were sent for her up to
London by her honourable Unckle, your Worships late
215Guardian.
Hus. So, sir, then she is gone, and so may you be,
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