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A Yorkshire Tragedy (Third Folio, 1664)
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A York-Shire Tragedy.
593And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother.
594 Wife. Oh, oh.
596One of his men all faint and bloudied.
600To raise the Town upon him.
601Exit Master and Servants.
603 Wife. Oh my children.
605 Wife. Why do I now recover? why half live?
606To see my children bleed before mine eyes,
608tioner; what, art thou mangled too?
612Ore-threw me with his armes, then he did bruise me,
614Like a man mad in execution,
616 Wife. What is it hath beguil'd him of all grace?
620Enter two Servants.
622A Surgeon waits within.
623 Wife. Willing to leave it;
624'Tis guilty of sweet bloud, innocent bloud,
625Murder hath took this chamber with full hands,
627Enter Husband, as being thrown off his
628horse, and falls.
631Oh, I am sorely bruis'd, plague founder thee,
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
637 Cry within. Follow, follow, follow.
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.
650The Scythians in their marble-hearted fates,
652In their relentless natures, then these of thine:
653Was this the answer I long waited on,
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.
667Enter a Knight, with two or three Gentlemen.
669Children?
670 1. Gent. So the cry goes.
672That ever he took life and natural being
675 1. Gent. Here come the men.
676Enter the Master of the Colledge, and the rest
677with the Prisoner.
679time, that I am in place of justice.
681 Knight. Do not repeat it twice, I know too much,
682Would it had nere been thought on.
683Sir, I bleed for you.
687I have consum'd all, plaid away long acre,
688And I thought it the charitablest deed I could do,
689To cozen Beggery, and knock my house o'th'head.
690 Kni. I do not think, but in to morrow's judgement,
692When the dread thought of Death remembers you;
693To further which, take this sad voice from me,
694Never was act plaid more unnaturally.
695 Hus. I thank you, Sir.
696 Knight. Go lead him to the Jayle.
698 Hus. Come, come, away with me.
699Exit Prisoner.
701Would all did so, in you the Law is grace.
704The blot upon his predecessor's honour'd name:
706Enter Husband with the Officers, the Master and Gen-
707tlemen, as going by his house.
709stors: I hear my Wife's alive, but much endangered;
711gripe me.
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