A Yorkshire Tragedy.
greatest sorrow, my extremest bleeding; now my
soule bleeds.
soule bleeds.
Hus. How now? kinde to me? did not I wound
thee, leaue thee for dead?
thee, leaue thee for dead?
Wife. Tut, farre greater wounds did my brest feele,
Vnkindnesse strikes a deeper wound then steele,
You haue beene still vnkinde to me.
Vnkindnesse strikes a deeper wound then steele,
You haue beene still vnkinde to me.
Hus. Faith, and so I thinke I haue;
I did my murders roughly out of hand,
Desperate and suddaine, but thou hast deuiz'd
A fine way now to kill mee, thou hast giuen mine eies
Seauen wounds a peece; now glides the diuell from
Me, departs at euery ioynt, heaues vp my nailes.
Oh catch him new torments, that were nere inuented,
Binde him one thousand more you blessed Angels,
In that bottomlesse pit, let him not rise
To make men acte vnnaturall tragedies,
To spread into a Father, and in fury,
Make him his childrens executioners,
Murder his wife, his seruants, and who not?
For that man's darke, where heauen is quite forgot.
I did my murders roughly out of hand,
Desperate and suddaine, but thou hast deuiz'd
A fine way now to kill mee, thou hast giuen mine eies
Seauen wounds a peece; now glides the diuell from
Me, departs at euery ioynt, heaues vp my nailes.
Oh catch him new torments, that were nere inuented,
Binde him one thousand more you blessed Angels,
In that bottomlesse pit, let him not rise
To make men acte vnnaturall tragedies,
To spread into a Father, and in fury,
Make him his childrens executioners,
Murder his wife, his seruants, and who not?
For that man's darke, where heauen is quite forgot.
Wife. Oh my repentant husband.
Hu. My deare soule, whom I too much haue wrongd
For death I die, and for this haue I long'd.
For death I die, and for this haue I long'd.
Wife. Thou shouldst not (be assured) for these faults
Die, if the law could forgiue as soone as I.
Die, if the law could forgiue as soone as I.
Children laid out.
Hus. What sight is yonder?
Wife. Oh, our two bleeding boyes
Laid
