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A Yorkshire Tragedy.

but acknowledge greeuous wrongs done to my bro­ther,
mighty, mighty, mighty wrongs.
Within there.

Enter a seruingman.

Hus. Fill me a bowle of wine. Alas poore brother,
Bruised with an execution for my sake.

Ma. A bruise indeed makes many a mortall sore,
Enter with wine.Till the graue cure them.

Hus. Sir I begin to you, y'aue chid your welcome:

Mr. I could haue wisht it better for your sake,
I pledge you sir, to the kinde man in prison.

Hus. Let it be so?
Now Sir, if you so please to spend but a few minutes
in a walking about my grounds below, my man shall
heere attend you: I doubt not but by that time to be
furnisht of a sufficient answere, and therein my
Brother fully satis­fied.

Mr. Good sir, in that the Angels would be pleased,
and the worlds murmures calmd, and I should say I
Exit.set foorth then vpon a lucky day.

Hus. Oh thou confused man, thy pleasant sins haue
vndone thee, thy damnation has beggerd thee, that
heauen should say we must not sin, and yet made wo­men:
giues our sences way to finde pleasure, which
being found, confounds vs, why should wee know
those things so much misuse vs? Oh would vertue
had beene forbidden, wee should then haue prooued
all vertu­ous, for tis our blood to loue what wee are
forbidden, had not drunkennesse beene forbidden,
what man would haue beene foole to a beast, and za-

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