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A Yorkshire Tragedy.

The Master meets him.

Mr. How ist with you sir, me-thinks you looke of a
distracted colour.

Hus. Who I sir, tis but your fancy,
Please you walke in sir, and Ile soone resolue you,
I want one small part to make vp the sum,
And then my brother shall rest satisfied.

Mr. I shall be glad to see it, sir Ile attend you.
Exeunt.  

Ser. Oh, I am scarce able to heaue vp my selfe,
He has so bruizd me with his diuellish waight,
And torne my flesh with his bloud-hasty spur,
A man before of easie constitution,
Till now hels power supplied; to his soules wrong,
Oh how damnation can make weake men strong.

Enter Master and two seruants.

Ser. Oh the most pittious deed sir since you came.

Mr. A deadly greeting; hath he sumd vp these
To satisfie his brother? heere's another,
And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother.

Wife. Oh, oh.

Mr. Surgeons, Surgeons, she recouers life,
One of his men all faint and bloudied.

1.Ser. Follow, our murderous Master has tooke
Horse to kill his childe at nurse, oh follow quickly.

Mr. I am the readiest, it shall be my charge
To raise the Towne vpon him.
Exit Master and seruants. 

1.Ser. Good sir follow him.

Wife.