A Yorkshire Tragedy (Third Folio, 1664)

 627Enter Husband, as being thrown off his
 628horse, and falls.
 629 Hus. Oh stumbling Jade, the spavin overtake thee,
 630The fifty diseases stop thee:
 631Oh, I am sorely bruis'd, plague founder thee,
 632Thou run'st at ease and pleasure, heart of chance,
 633To throw me now, within a flight o'th'Town,
 634In such plain even ground,
 635Sfoot, a man may dice upon it, and throw away the
 636Meadows, ah filthy beast.
 637 Cry within. Follow, follow, follow.
 638 Hus. Ha? I hear sounds of men, like hue and cry; 
 639Up, up, and struggle to my horse, make on,
 640Dispatch that little Beggar, and all's done.
 641 Cry within. Here, this way, this way.
 642 Hus. At my back? oh,
 643What fate have I, my limbs deny me to go,
 644My will is bated, Beggery claims a part,
 645Oh I could here reach to the infants heart.
 646Enter Master of the Colledge, three Gentlemen, and
 647others with Halberds.
 648 All. Here, here, yonder, yonder.
 649 Ma. Unnatural, flinty, more then barbarous,
 650The Scythians in their marble-hearted fates,
 651Could not have acted more remorseless deeds
 652In their relentless natures, then these of thine:
 653Was this the answer I long waited on,
 654The satisfaction for thy prisoned brother?
 655 Hus. He can have no more of us, then our skins,
 656And some of them want but fleaing.
 657 1. Gent. Great sinnes have made him impudent.
 658 Ma. Has shed so much bloud, that he cannot blush.
 659 2. Gent. Away with him, bear him to the Justices,
 660A Gentleman of worship dwells at hand,
 661There shall his deeds be blazed.
 662 Hus. Why all the better,
 663My glory 'tis to have my action known,
 664I grieve for nothing, but I mist of one.
 665 Ma. There's little of a father in that grief:
 666Bear him away.Exeunt.

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A Yorkshire Tragedy (Third Folio, 1664)