A Yorkshire Tragedy.
Wife. Good my husband.
Hus. Dost thou preuent me still?
Wife. Oh God!
Stabs at the child in her armes, & gets it from her.
Stabs at the child in her armes, & gets it from her.
Hus. Haue at his heart.
Wife. Oh my deare boy.
Hus. Brat, thou shalt not liue to shame thy house.
She is hurt and sinks downe. Wife. Oh heauen.
Hus. And perish, now be gone,
Ther's whores enow, and want would make thee one.
Ther's whores enow, and want would make thee one.
Enter a lusty seruant.
Ser. Oh sir, what deeds are these?
Hus. Base slaue, my vassaile,
Com'st thou betweene my fury to question me?
Com'st thou betweene my fury to question me?
Ser: Were you the diuell, I would hold you sir.
Hus. Hold me? presumption, Ile vndo thee for it.
Ser. Sbloud, you haue vndone vs all sir.
Hus. Tug at thy Master?
Ser. Tug at a Monster.
Hus. Haue I no power, shall my slaue fetter me?
Ser. Nay then the diuell wrastles, I am thowne.
Husband ouercomes him.
Husband ouercomes him.
Hus. Oh villaine, now Ile tug thee, now Ile teare
thee, set quicke spurs to my vassaile, bruize him, trample
him; so, I thinke thou wilt not follow me in haste.
My horse stands ready sadled, away, away,
Now to my brat at nurse, my sucking begger;
Fates, Ile not leaue you one to trample one.
thee, set quicke spurs to my vassaile, bruize him, trample
him; so, I thinke thou wilt not follow me in haste.
My horse stands ready sadled, away, away,
Now to my brat at nurse, my sucking begger;
Fates, Ile not leaue you one to trample one.
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