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A Yorkshire Tragedy.

To all his stooping fortunes, twil be a meanes I hope
To make new league between vs, and redeeme
His vertues with his lands.

Ser. I should thinke so mistris, If he should not now
be kinde to you and loue you, and cherish you vp, I
should thinke the deuill himselfe kept open house in him.

Wife. I doubt not but he will now, prethee leaue
me, I thinke I heare him comming.

Exit.Ser. I am gone.

Wi. By this good meanes I shall preserue my lands,
And free my husband out of vsurers hands:
Now there is no need of sale, my Vnckles kinde.
I hope, if ought, this will content his minde,
Here comes my husband.

Enter Husband.

Hus. Now, are you come, where's the mony, lets
see the mony, is the rubbish solde, those wiseakers
your lands, why when, the mony, where is it? powre it
downe, downe with it, downe with it, I say powrt on
the ground, lets see it, lets see it.

Wife. Good sir, keepe but in patience, and I hope
My words shall like you well, I bring you better
Comfort then the sale of my Dowry.

Hus. Ha, whats that?

Wife. Pray doe not fright me sir, but vouchsafe me
hea­ring. My Vnckle glad of your kindnesse to me and
milde vsage (for so I made it to him) hath in pitty of
your declining fortunes, prouided a place for you at
Court, of worth and credite, which so much ouerioyd
me——

:Hus.