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A Yorkshire Tragedy.

on, I haue rid him simply, I warrant his skin stickes to
his backe with very heate, if he should catch cold and
get the cough of the lungs, I were well serued, were I
not? What Raphe and Oliuer.

Am. Honest fellow Sam, welcome ifaith, what tricks
hast thou brought from London?

Furnisht with things from London.

Sam. You see I am hangd after the truest fashion,
three hats, and two glasses bobbing vpon them, two
rebato wyers vpon my brest, a capcase by my side, a
brush at my backe, an Almanacke in my pocket, and
three ballats in my codpice, nay I am the true picture
of a common seruingman.

Oliuer. He sweare thou art, thou maist set vp when
thou wilt, there's many a one begins with lesse I can
tell thee, that proues a rich man ere he dies, but whats
the newes from London, Sam?

Raphe. I that's well fed, what is the newes from
London, Sirrah. My young Mistresse keepes such a
puling for her Loue.

Sam. Why the more foole she, I, the more ninny-hammer she.

Oliuer. Why Sam, why?

Sam. Why he is married to another long agoe.

Amb. Faith ye ieast.

Sam. Why did you not know that till now? Why
hee's married, beates his wife, and has two or three
children by her: for you must note, that any woman
beares the more when she is beaten.

Raphe, I that's true, for she beares the blowes.

Oliuer.