A Yorkshire Tragedy (Third Folio, 1664)
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Enter Husband, as being thrown off his
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horse, and falls.
¶Oh, I am sorely bruis'd, plague founder thee,
¶To throw me now, within a flight o'th'Town,
¶In such plain even ground,
635Sfoot, a man may dice upon it, and throw away the
¶Meadows, ah filthy beast.
¶ Cry within. Follow, follow, follow.
640Dispatch that little Beggar, and all's done.
¶ Cry within. Here, this way, this way.
¶ Hus. At my back? oh,
¶What fate have I, my limbs deny me to go,
¶My will is bated, Beggery claims a part,
645Oh I could here reach to the infants heart.
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Enter Master of the Colledge, three Gentlemen, and
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others with Halberds.
¶ All. Here, here, yonder, yonder.
¶ Ma. Unnatural, flinty, more then barbarous,
650The Scythians in their marble-hearted fates,
¶Could not have acted more remorseless deeds
¶In their relentless natures, then these of thine:
¶Was this the answer I long waited on,
¶And some of them want but fleaing.
660A Gentleman of worship dwells at hand,
¶There shall his deeds be blazed.
¶ Hus. Why all the better,
¶My glory 'tis to have my action known,
¶I grieve for nothing, but I mist of one.
665 Ma. There's little of a father in that grief:
¶Bear him away.
Exeunt.
