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A Yorkshire Tragedy.

I haue cousumd all, plaid away long acre,
And I thought it the chariblest deed I could do,
To cussen beggery, and knock my house o'th head.

Kni. Well, I do not thinke but in to morrowes iudgement
The terror will sit closer to your soule,
When the dread thought of death remembers you,
To further which, take this sad voyce from me,
Neuer was acte plaid more vnnaturally.

Hus. I thanke you sir.

Knight. Goe leade him to the Iayle,
Where iustice claimes all, there must pitty faile.

Hus.
Come, come, away with me.
Exit prisoner. 

Mr. Sir, you deserue the worship of your place,
Would all did so, in you the law is grace.

Knight. It is my wish it should be so;
Ruinous man, the desolation of his house,
The blot vpon his predecessors honord name:
Exit.That man is neerest shame that's past shame.

Enter Husband with the Officers, The Master and
Gen­tlemen, as going by his house.

Hus. I am right against my house, seat of my ance­stors;
I heare my wife's aliue; but much endangered;
let me intreate to speake with her before the prison
gripe me.

Enter his Wife, brought in a Chaire.

Gent. See heere, she comes of her selfe.

Wife. Oh my sweete husband, my deere distressed
husband, now in the hands of vnrelenting lawes; my

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