A Yorkshire Tragedy.
I that did euer in aboundance dwell,
For me to want, exceeds the throwes of hell.
For me to want, exceeds the throwes of hell.
Enters his little sonne, with a top and a scourge.
Son. What aile you father, are you not well, I cannot
scourge my top as long as you stand so: you take
vp all the roome with your wide legs, puh, you cannot
make me affraid with this, I feare no vizards, nor bugbeares.
scourge my top as long as you stand so: you take
vp all the roome with your wide legs, puh, you cannot
make me affraid with this, I feare no vizards, nor bugbeares.
He takes vp the child by the skirts of his long coate in one
hand, and drawes his dagger with the other.
hand, and drawes his dagger with the other.
Hus. Vp sir, for heere thou hast no inheritance left.
Sonne. Oh what will you do father, I am your white boie.
strikes him.
strikes him.
Hus. Thou shalt be my red boy, take that.
Son. Oh you hurt me father.
Hus. My eldest beggar, thou shalt not liue to aske an
vsurer bread, to cry at a great mans gate, or follow,
good your Honor by a Coach, no, nor your brother:
tis charity to braine you.
vsurer bread, to cry at a great mans gate, or follow,
good your Honor by a Coach, no, nor your brother:
tis charity to braine you.
Son. How shall I learne, now my head's broke?
stabs him. Hu. Bleed, bleed, rather then beg beg,
Be not thy names disgrace:
Spurne thou thy fortunes first, if they be base:
Come view thy second brother: Fates,
My childrens bloud shall spin into your faces,
You shall see,
Exit with his sonne.How confidently we scorne beggery.
Be not thy names disgrace:
Spurne thou thy fortunes first, if they be base:
Come view thy second brother: Fates,
My childrens bloud shall spin into your faces,
You shall see,
Exit with his sonne.How confidently we scorne beggery.
Enter a maid with a childe in her armes, the
Mother
