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A Yorkshire Tragedy.

Ser. Why sir, a gentleman from the Vniuersity staies
below to speake with you.

Hus. From the Vniuersity? so, Vniuersity,
Exit.That long word runs through me.

Wife. Was euer Wife so wretchedly beset?
Had not this newes stept in betweene, the point
Had offered violence vnto my brest.
That which some women call create misery,
Would shew but little here: would scarse be seene
Among my miseries: I may compare
For wretched fortunes, with all Wiues that are,
Nothing will please him, vntill all be nothing.
He calles it slauery to be preferd,
A place of credite, a base seruitude.
What shall become of me, and my poore children?
Two here, and one at nurse, my pretty beggers,
I see how ruine with a palsie hand
Begins to shake the ancient seat to dust:
The heauy weight of sorrow, drawes my lids
Ouer my dankish eyes: I can scarse see;
Thus greefe will last, it wakes and sleepes with me.

Enter the Husband with the Master of the Colledge.

Hus. Please you draw neere sir, y'are exceeding wel­come.

Mai. That's my doubt, I feare I come not to be wel­come.

Hus. Yes, howsoeuer.

Mai. Tis not my fashion sir, to dwell in long circumstance,
but to be plaine and effectuall; therefore to the purpose.

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