A Yorkshire Tragedy.
After his tooth hath left me? Oh, my heart
Would faine leape after him, reuenge I say,
Ime mad to be reueng'd, my strumpet Wife,
It is thy quarrell that rips thus my flesh,
And makes my brest spit blood, but thou shalt bleed:
Vanquisht? got downe? vnable eene to speake?
Surely tis want of money makes men weake,
Exit.I, twas that ore-threw me, Ide nere bene downe else.
Would faine leape after him, reuenge I say,
Ime mad to be reueng'd, my strumpet Wife,
It is thy quarrell that rips thus my flesh,
And makes my brest spit blood, but thou shalt bleed:
Vanquisht? got downe? vnable eene to speake?
Surely tis want of money makes men weake,
Exit.I, twas that ore-threw me, Ide nere bene downe else.
Enter Wife in a riding suite, with a seruingman.
Ser. Faith mistris, if it may not be presumption
In me to tell you so, for his excuse
You had small reason, knowing his abuse.
In me to tell you so, for his excuse
You had small reason, knowing his abuse.
Wife. I grant I had, but alasse,
Why should our faults at home be spread abroad,
Tis greefe enough within doores; at first sight
Mine Vnckle could run ore his prodigall life
As perfectly, as if his serious eye
Had numbred all his follies:
Knew of his morgagde lands, his friends in bonds,
Himselfe withered with debt; And in that minute
Had I added his vsage and vnkindnesse,
Twould haue confounded euery thought of good,
Where now, fathering his ryots on his youth,
Which time and tame experience will shake off,
Guessing his kindnes to me (as I smoothd him
With all the skill I had) though his desarts
Are in forme vglier then an vnshapte Beare.
Hee's reddy to prefer him to some Office
And place at Court; a good and sure releefe
Why should our faults at home be spread abroad,
Tis greefe enough within doores; at first sight
Mine Vnckle could run ore his prodigall life
As perfectly, as if his serious eye
Had numbred all his follies:
Knew of his morgagde lands, his friends in bonds,
Himselfe withered with debt; And in that minute
Had I added his vsage and vnkindnesse,
Twould haue confounded euery thought of good,
Where now, fathering his ryots on his youth,
Which time and tame experience will shake off,
Guessing his kindnes to me (as I smoothd him
With all the skill I had) though his desarts
Are in forme vglier then an vnshapte Beare.
Hee's reddy to prefer him to some Office
And place at Court; a good and sure releefe
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