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  • Title: A Yorkshire Tragedy (Third Folio, 1664)

  • Copyright Digital Renaissance Editions. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Authors: Thomas Middleton, William Shakespeare
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    A Yorkshire Tragedy (Third Folio, 1664)

    Enter Husband, as being thrown off his
    horse, and falls.
    Hus. Oh stumbling Jade, the spavin overtake thee,
    630The fifty diseases stop thee:
    Oh, I am sorely bruis'd, plague founder thee,
    Thou run'st at ease and pleasure, heart of chance,
    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.
    Hus. Ha? I hear sounds of men, like hue and cry;
    Up, up, and struggle to my horse, make on,
    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.
    Enter Master of the Colledge, three Gentlemen, and
    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,
    The satisfaction for thy prisoned brother?
    655 Hus. He can have no more of us, then our skins,
    And some of them want but fleaing.
    1. Gent. Great sinnes have made him impudent.
    Ma. Has shed so much bloud, that he cannot blush.
    2. Gent. Away with him, bear him to the Justices,
    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.