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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 a Knight, with two or three Gentlemen.
    Knight. Endangered so his Wife, murdered his
    Children?
    670 1. Gent. So the cry goes.
    Knight.I am sorry I e're knew him.
    That ever he took life and natural being
    From such an honoured stock, and fair descent,
    Till this black minute without stain or blemish.
    675 1. Gent. Here come the men.
    Enter the Master of the Colledge, and the rest
    with the Prisoner.
    Knight. The Serpent of his house: I'me sorry for this
    time, that I am in place of justice.
    680 Ma. Please you, sir.
    Knight. Do not repeat it twice, I know too much,
    Would it had nere been thought on.
    Sir, I bleed for you.
    1. Gent. Your father's sorrows are alive in me:
    685What made you shew such monstrous cruelty?
    Hus. In a word, sir,
    I have consum'd all, plaid away long acre,
    And I thought it the charitablest deed I could do,
    To cozen Beggery, and knock my house o'th'head.
    690 Kni. I do not think, but in to morrow's judgement,
    The terrour will sit closer to your soul,
    When the dread thought of Death remembers you;
    To further which, take this sad voice from me,
    Never was act plaid more unnaturally.
    695 Hus. I thank you, Sir.
    Knight. Go lead him to the Jayle.
    Where justice claims all, there must pitty fail.
    Hus. Come, come, away with me.
    Exit Prisoner.
    700 Ma. Sir, you deserve the worship of you place,
    Would all did so, in you the Law is grace.
    Knight.It is my wish it should be so;
    Ruinous man, the desolation of his house,
    The blot upon his predecessor's honour'd name:
    705That man is nearest shame, that is past shame.Exit.
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