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A Yorkshire Tragedy.

Enter Husband.

Hus. Pox of the Last throw, it made
Fiue hundred Angels vanish from my sight,
Ime damnd, Ime damnd: the Angels haue forsook me
Nay tis certainly true: for he that has no coyne,
Is damnd in this world: hee's gone, hee's gone.

Wife. Deere husband.

Hus. Oh! most punishment of all, I haue a wife.

Wife. I do intreate you as you loue your soule,
Tell me the cause of this your discontent.

Hus. A vengeance strip thee naked, thou art cause,
Exit.Effect, quality, property, thou, thou, thou.

Wife. Bad, turnd to worse?
Both beggery of the soule, as of the body.
And so much vnlike himselfe at first,
As if some vexed spirit had got his forme vpon him.
Enter Husband againe.
He comes againe,
He saies I am the cause, I neuer yet
Spoke lesse then words of duty and of loue.

Hus. If marriage bee honourable, then Cuckolds
are honourable, for they cannot be made without
marriage.
Foole, what meant I to marry to get beggars?
Now must my eldest sonne be a knaue or nothing, he
cannot liue vpot'h foole, for he will haue no land to
maintaine him: that morgage sits like a snaffle vpon
mine inheritance, and makes me chaw vpon Iron.
My second son must be a promoter, and my third
a theefe, or an vnder-putter, a slaue Pander.

Oh