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A Yorkshire Tragedy.

Laid foorth vpon the threshold.

 Hus. Heer's weight enough to make a hart-string crack,
Oh were it lawfull that your pretty soules
Might looke from heauen into your fathers eyes,
Then should you see the penitent glasses melt,
And both your murders shoote vpon my cheekes,
But you are playing in the Angels laps,
And will not looke on me,
Who void of grace, kild you in beggery.
Oh that I might my wishes now attaine,
I should then wish you liuing were againe;
Though I did beg with you, which thing I feard,
Oh twas the enemy my eyes so bleard.
Oh would you could pray heauen me to forgiue,
That will vnto my end repentant liue.

 Wif. It makes me eene forget all other sorrowes,
And leaue part with this.

 Officer. Come, will you goe?

 Hus. Ile kisse the bloud I spilt, and then Ile goe,
My soule is bloudied, well may my lips be so.
Farwell deere Wife, now thou and I must part,
I of thy wrongs, repent me with my heart.

 Wife. Oh stay, thou shalt not goe.

 Hus. That's but in vaine, you see it must be so.
Farwell ye bloudy ashes of my boyes,
My punishments are their eternall ioyes.
Let euery father looke well into my deeds,
And then their heirs may prosper, while mine bleeds.
Exeunt Husband with Officers, 

 Wife. More wretched am I now in this distresse,

Then