A Yorkshire Tragedy.
Thou runst at ease and pleasure, hart of chance,
To throw me now, within a flight o'th Towne,
In such plaine eeuen ground,
Sfoot, a man may dice vpon it, and throw away the
Medowes, ah filthy beast.
Cry within.
Follow, follow, follow.
To throw me now, within a flight o'th Towne,
In such plaine eeuen ground,
Sfoot, a man may dice vpon it, and throw away the
Medowes, ah filthy beast.
Cry within.
Follow, follow, follow.
Hus. Ha? I heare sounds of men, like hew and cry,
Vp, vp, and struggle to thy horse, make on,
Dispatch that little begger, and all's done.
Cry within.
Heere, this way, this way.
Vp, vp, and struggle to thy horse, make on,
Dispatch that little begger, and all's done.
Cry within.
Heere, this way, this way.
Hus. At my backe? oh,
What fate haue I, my limbes deny me go,
My will is bated, beggery claimes a part,
Oh could I here reach to the infants heart.
What fate haue I, my limbes deny me go,
My will is bated, beggery claimes a part,
Oh could I here reach to the infants heart.
Enter Master of the Colledge, three Gentlemen,
and others with Holberds.
and others with Holberds.
All. Heere, heere, yonder, yonder.
Ma. Vnnaturall, flinty, more then barbarous,
The Scythians in their marble hearted fates,
Could not haue acted more remorselesse deeds
In their relentlesse natures, then these of thine:
Was this the answer I long waited on,
The satisfaction for thy prisoned brother?
The Scythians in their marble hearted fates,
Could not haue acted more remorselesse deeds
In their relentlesse natures, then these of thine:
Was this the answer I long waited on,
The satisfaction for thy prisoned brother?
Hus. He can haue no more of vs, then our skins,
And some of them want but fleaing.
And some of them want but fleaing.
1.Gent. Great sinnes haue made him impudent.
Ma. Has shed so much blood that he cannot blush.
2.Gent.
