A Yorkshire Tragedy.
Hus. Out on thee filth, ouer and ouerioyd.
spurns her.When Ime in torment?
Thou pollitick whore, subtiller then nine Deuils,
was this thy iourny to Nuncke, to set downe the
history of me, my state and fortunes:
Shall I that dedicated my selfe to pleasure, bee now
confinde in seruice to crouch and stand like an olde
man i'th hams, my hat off, I that could neuer abide to
vncouer my head i'th Church, base slut, this fruite
beares thy complaints.
spurns her.When Ime in torment?
Thou pollitick whore, subtiller then nine Deuils,
was this thy iourny to Nuncke, to set downe the
history of me, my state and fortunes:
Shall I that dedicated my selfe to pleasure, bee now
confinde in seruice to crouch and stand like an olde
man i'th hams, my hat off, I that could neuer abide to
vncouer my head i'th Church, base slut, this fruite
beares thy complaints.
Wife. Oh heauen knowes,
That my complaintes were praises, and best words
of you, and your estate: onely my friends
Knew of your morgagde Lands, and were possest
Of euery accident before I came.
If you suspect it but a plot in me,
To keepe my dowry, or for mine owne good,
Or my poore childrens (though it sutes a mother
To shew a naturall care in their releefs)
Yet Ile forget my selfe to calme your blood,
Consume it, as your pleasure counsels you,
And all I wish, eene Clemency affoords,
Giue me but pleasant lookes and modest words.
That my complaintes were praises, and best words
of you, and your estate: onely my friends
Knew of your morgagde Lands, and were possest
Of euery accident before I came.
If you suspect it but a plot in me,
To keepe my dowry, or for mine owne good,
Or my poore childrens (though it sutes a mother
To shew a naturall care in their releefs)
Yet Ile forget my selfe to calme your blood,
Consume it, as your pleasure counsels you,
And all I wish, eene Clemency affoords,
Giue me but pleasant lookes and modest words.
Hus. Money whore, money, or Ile———
Drawes his Dagger.
Enters a seruant very hastily.
What the diuell? how now? thy hasty newes.
Drawes his Dagger.
Enters a seruant very hastily.
What the diuell? how now? thy hasty newes.
Ser. May it please you sir.
Hus. What? may I not looke vpon my dagger?
Speake villaine, or I will execute the point on thee:
quicke, short.
Speake villaine, or I will execute the point on thee:
quicke, short.
Ser.
