A Yorkshire Tragedy

ALL' 's ONE , OR , One of the foure Plaies in one , called a York-shire Tragedy : as it was plaid by the Kings Maiesties Plaiers . Enter Oliuer and Ralph , two seruingmen . Oliu.

SIrrah Raph , my yong Mistrisse is in such a pittifull passionate humor for the long absence of her loue ,

Raph.

Why can you blame her , why , apples hanging longer on the tree then when they are ripe , makes so many fallings . viz Madde wenches because they are not gathered in time , are faine to drop of them selues , and then t is Common you know for euery man to take em vp .

Oliu.

Mass thou saiest true , T is common indeede , but sirah , is neither our young maister returned , nor our fellow Sam come from London ?

Ralph . Neither of either , as the Puritan bawde saies . Slidd I heare Sam , Sam 's come , her 's Tarry , come , yfaith now my nose itches for news Oliue, and so doe's mine elbowe . Sam calls within , where are you there ? Sam.

Boy look you walk my horse with discretion , I haue rid him simply , I warrand his skin sticks to his back with very heate , if a should catch cold & get the Cough of the Lunges I were well serued , were I not ? What Raph and Oliuer .

Am.

Honest fellow Sam welcome yfaith , what tricks hast thou brought from London .

Furnisht with things from London . Sa.

You see I am hangd after the truest fashion , three hats , and two glasses , bobbing vpon em , two rebato wyers vpon my brest , a capcase by my side , a brush at my back , an Almanack in my pocket , & three ballats in my Codpeece , naie I am the true picture of a Common seruingman .

Oliuer

I le sweare thou art , Thou maist set vp when thou wilt , Ther 's many a one begins with lesse I can tel thee that proues a rich man ere he dyes , but what s the news from London Sam.

Ralph . I that s well sed , what s the newes from London Sirrah . My young mistresse keeps such a puling for hir loue . Sam.

Why ? the more foole shee , I , the more ninny hammer shee .

Oli.

Why Sam why ?

Sam.

Why hee s married to another Long agoe :

Ambo .

I faith ye Iest .

Sam.

Why , did you not know that till now ? why , hee s married , beates his wife , and has two or three children by her : for you must note that any woman beares the more when she is beaten .

Raph.

I that s true for shee beares the blowes .

Oliu.

Sirrah Sam , I would not for two years wages , my yong mistres knew so much , shee l run vpon the lefte hand of her wit , and nere be here owne woman agen .

Sam.

And I think she was blest in her Cradle , that he neuer came in her bed , why hee has consumed al , pawnd his lands , and made his vniuersitie brother stand in waxe for him , Ther s a fine phrase for a scriuener , puh he owes more then his skins worth .

Oli.

Is 't possible .

Sa.

Nay I le tell you moreouer he calls his wife whore as familiarly as one would cal Mal & Dol , and his children bastards as naturally as can bee , but what haue we heere , I thought t was somwhat puld downe my breeches : I quite forgot my two potingsticks , these came from London , now any thing is good heer that comes from London .

Oli.

I , farre fetcht you know :

Sam.

But speak in your conscience yfaith , haue not we as good potingsticks i th Cuntry as need to be put i th fire , The mind of a thing is all , The mind of a thing 's all , and as thou saidst eene now , farre fetcht is the best thinges for Ladies .

Oliu.

I , and for waiting gentlewomen to .

Sam.

But Ralph , what , is our beer sower this thunder ?

Oli.

No no it holds countenance yet .

Sam.

Why then follow me , I le teach you the finest humor to be drunk in , I learnd it at London last week .

Am.

I faith le ts heare it , le ts heare it .

Sam -

The brauest humor , t wold do a man good to bee drunck in 't , they call it knighting in London , when they drink vpon their knees .

Am. Faith that 's excellent . Come follow me , I le giue you all the degrees on t in order . Exeunt . Enter wife . Wife . What will become of vs ? all will awaie , my husband neuer ceases in expence , Both to consume his credit and his house ? And t is set downe by heauens iust decree , That Ryotts child must needs be beggery , Are these the vertues that his youth did promise , Dice , and voluptuous meetings , midnight Reuels , Taking his bed with surfetts . Ill beseeming The auncient honor of his howse and name : And this not all : but that which killes me most , When he recounts his Losses and false fortunes , The weaknes of his state soe much deiected , Not as a man repentant : but halfe madd : His fortunes cannot answere his expence : He sits and sullenly lockes vp his Armes , Forgetting heauen looks downward , which makes him Appeare soe dreadfull , that he frights my heart , Walks heauyly , as if his soule were earth : Not penitent for those his sinnes are past : But vext , his mony cannot make them last . A fearefull melancholie vngodly sorrow . Oh yonder he comes , now in despight of ills I le speake to him , and I will heare him speake , And do my best to driue it from his heart . Enter Husband . Hus. Poxe o th Last throw , it made Fiue hundred Angels vanish from my sight , I me damnd , I me damnd : the Angels haue forsook me Nay t is certainely true : for he that has no coyne Is damnd in this world : hee 's gon , hee 's gon . Wi. Deere husband . Hus. Oh! most punishment of all I haue a wife , Wi. I doe intreat you as you loue your soule , Tell me the cause of this your discontent . Hus. A vengeance strip thee naked , thou art cause , Effect , quality , property , thou , thou , thou . Exit . Wife . Bad , turnd to worse ? both beggery of the soule , as of the bodie . And so much vnlike him selfe at first , As if some vexed spirit Had got his form vpon him . Enter Husband againe . He comes agen : He saies I am the cause , I never yet Spoke lesse then wordes of duty , and of loue . Hus.

If mariage be honourable , then Cuckolds are honourable , for they cannot be made without marriage .

Foole : what meant I to marry to get beggars ? now must my eldest sonne be a knaue or nothing , he cannot liue vppo t'h foole , for he wil haue no land to maintaine him : that morgage sits like a snaffle vpon mine inheritance , and makes me chaw vpon Iron . My second sonne must be a promooter , and my third a theefe , or an vnderputter , a slaue pander .

Oh beggery , beggery , to what base vses dost thou put a man . I think the Deuill scornes to be a bawde . He beares himselfe more proudly , has more care on 's credit . Base slauish abiect filthie pouertie . Wi. Good sir ; by all our vowes I doe beseech you , Show me the true cause of your discontent ? Hus. Mony , mony , mony , and thou must supply me . Wi. Alas , I am the lest cause of your discontent , Yet what is mine , either in rings or Iewels Vse to your own desire , but I beseech you , As y' are a gentleman by many bloods , Though I my selfe be out of your respect Thinke on the state of these three louely boies You haue bin father to . Hu. Puh Bastards , bastards , bastards , begot in tricks , begot in tricks . Wi. Heauen knowes how those words wrong me ? but I maie , Endure these griefes among a thousand more . Oh , call to mind your lands already morgadge , Your selfe woond into debts , your hopefull brother , At the vniuersitie in bonds for you Like to be ceasd vpon . And Hu, Ha done thou harlot , Whome though for fashion sake I married , I neuer could abide ? thinkst thou thy wordes Shall kill my pleasures , fal of to thy friends , Thou and thy bastards begg : I will not bate A whit in humor ? midnight still I loue you , And reuel in your Company ; Curbd in , Shall it be said in all societies , That I broke custome , that I flagd in monie , No , those thy iewels , I will play as freely As when my state was fullest . Wi. Be it so . H - Nay I protest , and take that for an earnest , spurns her I will for euer hould thee in contempt , And neuer touch the sheets that couer thee , But be diuorst in bed till thou consent , Thy dowry shall be sold to giue new life Vnto those pleasures which I most affect Wi. Sir doe but turne a gentle eye on me , And what the law shall giue me leaue to do You shall command . Hu. Look it be done , shal I want dust & like a slaue weare nothing in my pockets but my hands To fil them vp with nailes . holding his hands in his pockets . Oh much against my blood , let it be done , I was neuer made to be a looker on : A bawde to dice ? I le shake the drabbs my selfe And make em yeeld , I saie look it be done . Wi. I take my leaue it shall . Exit . Hu.

Speedily , speedily , I hate the very howre I chose a wife a trouble trebled , three children like three euils hang vpon me , fie , fie , fie , strumpet , & bastards , strumpet and bastards .

Enter three Gentlemen heering him . 1 Gent. Still doe those loathsome thoughts Iare on your tongue . Your selfe to staine the honour of your wife , Nobly discended , those whom men call mad Endanger others ; but hee 's more then mad That wounds himselfe , whose owne wordes do proclaym Scandalls vniust , to soile his better name : It is not fit I pray forsake it . 2 Gen. Good sir , let modestie reproue you . 3. Gen. Let honest kindnes sway so much with you . Hu, God den , I thanke you sir , how do you , adeiue , I me glad to see you , farewel Instructions , Admonitions . Exeun Gent , Enter a seruant . Hu.

How now sirra what wud you ,

Ser.

Only to certifie you sir , that my mistris was met by the way , by them who were sent for her vp to London by her honorable vnkle , your worships late gardian .

Hus

So sir , then she is gon and so may you be :

But let her looke that the thing be done she wots of : or hel wil stand more pleasant than her house at home .

Enter a Gentleman . Gen. Well or ill met I care not . Hus. No nor I . Gen. I am come with confidence to chide you . Hu. Who me ? chide me ? doo 't finely then : let it not moue me , for if thou chidst me angry I shall strike . Gen. Strike thine owne follies , for it is they Deserue to be wel beaten , we are now in priuate , Ther 's none but thou and I ? thou' rt fond & peeuish , An vncleane ryoter , thy landes and Credit Lie now both sick of a consumption I am sorry for thee : that man spends with shame That with his ritches does consume his name : And such art thou . Hus. Peace . Gent. No thou shalt heare me further : Thy fathers and forefathers worthy honors , Which were our country monuments : our grace , Follies in thee begin now to deface : The spring time of thy youth did fairely promise such a most fruitfull summer to thy friends It scarce can enter into mens beliefes , Such dearth should hang on thee , wee that see it , Are sorry to beleeue it : in thy change , This voice into all places wil be hurld : thou and the deuill has deceaued the world . Hus. I le not indure thee . Gent. but of all the worst : Thy vertuous wife right honourably allied Thou hast proclaimed a strumpet . Hus. Nay then I know thee , Thou art her champion thou , her priuat friend , The partie you wot on . Gent. Oh ignoble thought . I am past my patient bloode , shall I stand idle and see my reputation toucht to death . Hu. Ta 's galde you this , has it . Gent. No monster , I will proue My thoughts did only tend to vertuous loue , Loue of her vertues ? there it goes : Gent. Base spirit , To laie thy hate vpon the fruitfull They fight and the Husbands hurt , Honor of thine own bed . Hu. Oh , Ge. Woult thou yeeld it yet ? Hu. Sir , Sir , I haue not done with you , Gent. I hope nor nere shall doe . Fight agen . Hu. Haue you got tricks are you in cunning with me . Gent. No plaine and right . He needs no cunning that for truth doth fight . Husband falls downe . Hu. Hard fortune , am I leueld with the ground ? Gent. Now sir you lie at mercy , Hu. I you slaue . Ge. Alas that hate should bring vs to our graue : You see my sword 's not thirsty for your life , I am sorrier for your woonde then your selfe , Y' are of a vertuous house , show vertuous deeds T is not your honour , t is your folly bleedes , Much good has bin expected in your life , Cancell not all mens hopes , you haue a wife Kind and obedient : heape not wrongfull shame On her your posterity , let only sin be sore , And by this fall , rise neuer to fall more — And so I leaue you . Exit : Hu. Has the dogg left me then After his tooth hath reft me ? oh my hart Would faine leape after him , reuenge I saye , I me mad to be reueng'd , my strumpet wife : It is thy quarrel that rips thus my flesh , And makes my brest spit blood , but thou shalt bleed : Vanquisht ? got downe ? vnable eene to speak ? Surely t is want of mony makes men weake , I ? t was that orethrew me , I d'e nere bin downe els . Exi Enter wife in a riding suite with a seruingman . Seru. Faith mistris If it might not bee presumtion In me to tell you so , for his excuse You had smal reason , knowing his abuse , Wi. I grant I had , but alasse , Whie should our faults at home be spred abroad : T is griefe enough within dores : At first sight Myne Vncle could run ore his prodigall life As perfectly , as if his serious eye Had nombred all his follies : Knew of his morgadg'd lands , his friends in bonds , himselfe withered with debts : And in that minute Had I added his vsage and vnkindnes , T would haue confounded euery thought of good : Where now , fathering his ryots on his youth , Which time and tame experience will shake off , gessing his kindnes to me ( as I smoothd him With all the skill I had ) though his deserts Are in forme vglier then an vnshapte Bear . Hee 's reddy to prefer him to some office And place at Court , A good and sure reliefe To al his stooping fortunes t wil be a meanes I hope , To make new league between vs , and redeeme His vertues with his landes . Ser I should think so mistris . If he should not now be kinde to you and loue you , and cherish you vp , I should thinke the deuill himselfe kept open house in him . Wi. I doubt not but he will now , prethe leaue me , I think I heare him comming . Ser. I am gone . Exit . Wife . By this good meanes I shal preserue my lands , And free my husband out of vserers hands : Now ther is no neede of sale , my Vncle 's kind I hope , if ought , this will content his minde , Here comes my husband . Enter Husband . Hu.

Now , are you come , wher 's the mony , le ts see the mony , is the rubbish sold , those wiseakers your lands , why when , the mony , where is t , powr 't down , down with it , downe with it , I say powr 't ot h ground le ts see 't , le ts see 't .

Wi. Good sir , keep but in patience and I hope My words shall like you well , I bring you better Comfort then the sale of my Dowrie . Hu. Hah what s that ? Wi. Pray do not fright me sir , but vouchsafe me hearing , my Vncle glad of your kindnes to mee & milde vsage . for soe I made it to him ? has in pitty of your declining fortunes , prouided A place for you at Court of worth & credit , which so much ouerioyd me Hu. Out on thee filth , ouer and ouerioyd . spurns her When I me in torments ? Thou pollitick whore , subtiller then nine Deuils , was this thy iourney to Nuncke , to set downe the historie of me , of my state and fortunes : Shall I that Dedicated my selfe to pleasure , be nowe confind in seruice to crouch and stand like an old man i th hams , my hat off , I that neuer could abide to vncover my head i th Church , base slut , this fruite beares thy complaints . Wife . Oh heauen knowes , That my complaintes were praises , and best wordes of you , and your estate : onely my friends , Knew of your morgagde Landes , and were possest Of euery accident before I came . If thou suspect it but a plot in me To keepe my dowrie , or for mine owne good or my poore childrens : ( though it sutes a mother To show a naturall care in their reliefs ) , Yet i le forget my selfe to calme your blood : Consume it , as your pleasure counsels you , And all I wishe , eene Clemency affoords : giue mee but comely looks and modest wordes . Hu. Money whore , money , or I le - Enters a seruant very hastily . What the deuel ? how now ? thy hasty news ? to his man Se. Maie it please you sir . Seruant in a feare Hu. What ? maie I not looke vpon my dagger ? Speake villaine , or I will execute the pointe on thee : quick , short . Ser. Why sir a gentleman from the Vniuersity staies below to speake with you . Hu. From the Vniuersity ? so , Vniuersity That long word runs through mee . Exeunt . Wi. Was euer wife so wretchedlie beset , Wif. alone Had not this newes stept in between , the point Had offered violence to my brest . That which some women call greate misery Would show but little heere : would scarce be seene Amongst my miseries : I maie Compare For wretched fortunes with all wiues that are , Nothing will please him ; vntill all be nothing . He calls it slauery to be preferd . A place of credit , a base seruitude . What shall become of me , and my poore children , Two here , and one at nurse , my prettie beggers , I see how ruine with a palsie hand Begins to shake the auncient seat to dust : the heauy weight of sorrow , drawes my liddes Ouer my dankishe eies : I can scarce see , Thus griefe will laste , it wakes and sleeps with mee . Enter the Husband with the master of the Colledge . Hu.

Please you draw neer sir , y' are exceeding welcome .

Ma.

That s my doubt , I fear , I come not to be welcome .

Hus.

yes howsoeuer .

Ma.

T is not my fashion Sir to dwell in long circumstance , but to be plain , and effectuall , therefore to the purpose .

The cause of my setting forth was pittious and lamentable , that hopefull young gentleman your brother , whose vertues we all loue deerelie through your default , and vnnaturall negligence lies in bond executed for your debt , a prisoner , all his studies amazed his hope strook dead , and the pride of his youth muffled in theis dark clowds of oppression .

Hus.

Hum , vm vm .

Mr.

Oh , you haue kild the towardest hope of all our vniuesitie : wherefore without repentance and amends , expect pandorus and suddain Iudgements to fall grieuosly vpon you , your brother a man who profited in his diuine Imployments mighte haue made ten thousand soules fit for heauen , now by your carelesse courses caste in prison which you must answere for , and assure your spirit it wil come home at length .

Hu.

Oh god oh .

Mr.

Wisemen think ill of you , others speake ill of you , no man loues you , nay euen those whome honesty condemnes , condemne you : and take this from the vertuous affection I beare your brother , neuer looke for prosperous hower , good thought , quiet sleepes , contented walkes , nor anything that makes man perfect til you redeem him , what is your answer how will yov bestow him , vpon desperate miserye , or better hopes ? I suffer , till I heare your answer .

Hu.

Sir you haue much wrought with mee , I feele you in my soule , you are your artes master . I neuer had sence til now ; your sillables haue cleft me Both for your words and pains I thank you : I cannot but acknowledge grieuous wronges done to my brother , mighty , mighty , mighty wrongs . Within there ,

Enter a seruingman . Sir Hu.

Fil me a bowle of wine . Alas poore brother , Brus'd with an execution for my sake Exit seruant for wine .

Mr. A bruse indeed makes many a mortall Sore till the graue cure em Enter with wine . Hu. Sir I begin to you , y 'aue chid your welcome : Mr. I could haue wisht it better for your sake , I pledge you sir , to the kind man in prison . Hu. Let it be soe ? Now Sir if you so please Drink both . To spend but a fewe minuts in a walke about my grounds below , my man heere shall attend you : I doubt not but by that time to be furnisht of a sufficient answere , and therein my brother fully satisfied . Mr.

Good sir in that , the Angells would be pleasd , And the worlds murmures calmd , and I should saye I set forth then vpon a lucky daie . Exit .

Hu.

Oh thou confused man , thy pleasant sins haue vndone thee thy damnation has beggerd thee , that heauen should say we must not answer , and yet made women : giues our sences waie to finde pleasure , which being found confounds vs , why shold we know those things so much misuse vs — oh would vertue had been forbidden , wee should then haue prooued all vertuous , for t is our bloude to loue what we are forbidden , had not drunkennes byn forbidden what man wold haue been foole to a beast , and Zany to a swine to show tricks in the mire , what is there in three dice to make a man draw thrice three thousand acres into the compasse of a round little table , & with the gentlemans palsy in the hand shake out his posteritie , thieues or beggars : t is done , I ha don 't yfaith : terrible horrible misery . — how well was I left , very well , very wel .

My Lands shewed like a full moone about mee , but nowe the moon 's i th last quarter , wayning , waining , And I am mad to think that moone was mine : Mine and my fathers , and my forefathers generations , generations : downe goes the howse of vs , down , downe ; it sincks : Now is the name a beggar , begs in me that name which hundreds of yeeres has made this shiere famous : in me , and my posterity runs out .

In my seede fiue are made miserable besides my selfe , my ryot is now my brothers iaylor , my wiues sighing , my three boyes penurie , and mine own confusion : Teares his haire —

Why sit my haires vpon my cursed head ? Will not this poyson scatter them ? oh my brothers In execution among deuells that stretch him : & make him giue . And I in want , not able for to lyue . Nor to redeeme him , Divines and dying men may talke of hell , But in my heart her seuerall torments dwell , Slauery and mysery .

Who in this case would not take vp mony vpon his soule , pawn his saluation , liue at interest :

I that did euer in aboundance dwell , for me to want , exceeds the throwes of hel . Enters his little sonne with a top and a scourge . Son .

What aile you father , are you not well , I cannot scourge my top as long as you stand so : you take vp all the roome with your wide legs , puh you cannot make mee afeard with this , I feare no vizards , nor bugbeares .

Husb , takes vp the childe by the skirts of his long coate in one hand and drawes his dagger with th' other . Hu.

Vp sir , for heer thou hast no inheritance left .

Sonne .

Oh what will you do father , I am your white boie .

Hu.

Thou shalt be my red boie , take that . strikes him

Son :

Oh you hurt me father .

Hu.

My eldest beggar : thou shalt not liue to aske an vsurer bread , to crie at a great mans gate , or followe good your honour by a Couch , no , nor your brother 't is charity to braine you .

Son .

How shall I learne now my head s broke ?

Hu. Bleed bleed rather then beg beg ? stabs him . be not thy names disgrace : Spurne thou thy fortunes first if they be base : Come view thy second brother : fates , My childrens bloud shall spin into your faces , you shall see . How Confidently we scorne beggery ? Exit with his Sonne . Enter a maide with a child in her armes , the mother by her a sleepe . M. Sleep sweet babe sorrow makes thy mother sleep , It boades small good when heauines falls so deepe , Hush prettie boy thy hopes might haue been better , T is lost at Dice what ancient honour won , Hard when the father plaies awaie the Sonne : Nothing but misery serues in this house . ruine and desolation oh Enter husband with the boie bleeding . Hu: Whore , giue me that boy , Striues with her for the child . M. Oh help , help , out alas , murder murder , Hus. Are you gossiping , prating sturdy queane , I le breake your clamor with your neck down staires : Tumble , tumble , headlong , Throws her down . So , the surest waie to charme a womans tongue Is break hir neck , a pollitician did it . Son . Mother , mother , I am kild mother . Ha , whos 's that cride oh me my children : W. wakes . both , both , both ; bloudy , bloudy . catches vp the yongest . Hu. Strumpet let go the boy , let go the beggar . Wi. Oh my sweet husband , Hus. Filth , harlot . Wi. Oh what will you doe deare husband , Hus. Gine me the bastard , Wi. Your owne sweet boy , Hu. There are too many beggars . Wi. Good my hus-band , Hu. Doest thou preuent me still ? Wi. Oh god ; Stabs at the child in hir armes . Hus. Haue at his hart Wi. Oh my deare boy , gets it from hir . Hu. Brat thou shalt not liue to shame thy howse , Wi. Oh heauen shee 's hurt and sinks downe . Hu. And perish now begon , Ther 's whores enow , and want wold make thee one . Enter a lusty seruant . Ser. Oh Sir what deeds are these ? Hus. Base slaue my vassail : Comst thou between my fury to question me Ser: Were you the Deuil I would hold you sir , Hu. Hould me ? presumption , I le vndoe thee for 't , Ser. Sbloud you haue vndone vs all sir , Hu. Tug at thy master , Ser. Tug at a Monster . Hus. Haue I no power , shall my slaue fetter me ? Ser. Nay then the Deuil wrastles , I am throwne , Hu: Oh villane now I le tug thee , ouer comes him . now I le teare thee , set quick spurres to my vassaile , bruize him , trample him , so , I think thou wilt not folow me in hast My horse stands reddy sadled , away , away , Now to my brat at nursse , my sucking begger : Fates , I le not leaue you one to trample one . The Master meets him . Ma. How is t with you sir me thinks you looke of a distracted colour . Hu. Who I sir , t is but your fancie , Please you walke in Sir , and I le soone resolue you , I want one small parte to make vp the som , And then my brother shall rest satisfied , Mr. I shall be glad to see it , sir I le attend you . Exeu. Ser Oh I am scarce able to heaue vp my selfe : H 'as so bruizd me with his diuelish waight , And torne my flesh with his bloud-hasty spurre A man before of easie constitution Till now hells power supplied ; to his soules wrong , Oh how damnation can make weake men strong . Enter Master , and two seruants . Ser. Oh the most pitteous deed sir since you came . Mr. A deadly greeting : has he somde vp theis To satisfie his brother ? heer 's an other : And by the bleeding infants , the dead mother . Wi. Oh oh . Mr. Surgeons , Surgeons , she recouers life One of his men al faint and bloudied . 1. Seru. Follow , our murderous master has took horse To kill his child at nurse , oh follow quickly . Mr. I am the readiest , it shal be my charge To raise the towne vpon him Exit Mr and seruant 1 Ser. Good sir do follow him . Wi. Oh my children . 1. Ser. How is it with my most afflicted Mistris ? Wi. Why , do I now recouer ? why half liue ? To see my children bleede before mine eies . A sight able to kill a mothers brest Without an executioner , what art thou mangled too ? 1. Ser, I thinking to preuent what his quicke mischiefes had so soone acted ; came and rusht vpon him We strugled , but a fowler strength then his Orethrew me with his armes , then did he bruize me And rent my flesh , and robd me of my haire Like a man mad in execution Made me vnfit to rise and follow him . Wi. What is it has beguild him of all grace ? And stole awaie humanity from his brest ? To slaie his children , purpos'd to kill his wife , And spoile his saruants . Enters two seruants . Ambo sir , Please you leaue this most accursed place , a surgeon waites within . Wi. Willing to leaue it , T is guiltie of sweete bloud , innocent bloud , Murder has tooke this chamber with ful hands , And wil nere out as long as the house stands . Exeunt Enter Husband as being thrown off his horse , And falls : Hu. Oh stumbling Iade the spauin ouertake thee , the fiftie diseases stop thee , Oh , I am sorely bruisde , plague founder thee , Thou runst at ease and pleasure , hart , of chance to Throw me now within a flight o th Towne , In such plaine euen ground , sfot , a man may dice vpon 't , and throw awaie the Medowes , filthy beast . Crie within Follow , follow , follow . Hus. Ha ? I hear sounds of men ; like hew and crie : vp , vp , and struggle to thy horse , make on Dispatch that little begger and all 's done . Kni. Heere , this waie , this waye : Hus. At my backe ? oh , What fate haue I , my limbes deny mee go , My will is bated , beggery claimes a parte . Oh could I here reach to the infants heart . Enter M. of the Colledge , 3. Gentlemen , and others with Holberds . Finde him . All . Heere , heere , yonder , yonder . Mr. Vnnaturall , flintie , more then barbarous : The Scithians in their marble hearted fates , Could not haue acted more remorselesse deeds In their relentlesse natures , then these of thine : Was this the answear I long waited on , The satisfaction for thy prisoned brother ? Hus. Why , he can haue no more on 's then our skins , And some of em want but fleaing . 1. Gen. Great sinnes haue made him impudent : Mr. H 'as shed so much bloud that he cannot bluff 2. Ge. Away with him , bear him along to the Iustices : A gentleman of woorship dwels at hand , There shall his deeds be blazd : Hus. Why all the better , My glory t is to haue my action knowne , I grieue for nothing , but I mist of one : Mr. Ther 's little of a father in that griefe : Beare him away . Exeunt . Enters a knight with two or three Gentlemen . Knig. Endangered so his wife ? murdered his children ? 4. Gen. So the Cry comes . Kni, I am sorry I ere knew him , That euer he took life and naturall being From such an honoured stock , and fair discent ; Til this black minut without staine or blemish . 4 Gent. Here come the men . Enter the master of the colledge and the rest , with the prisoner . Kni. The serpent of his house ? I me sorry for this time that I am in place of iustice . Mr. Please you Sir . Kni. Doe not repeate it twice I know too muche , would it had nere byn thought on : Sir I bleede for you . 4 Gent. Your fathers sorrows are aliue in me : What made you shew such monstrous crueltie . Hu. In a worde Sir , I haue consumd all , plaid awaie long acre , And I thought it the charitablest deed I could doe To cussen beggery : and knock my house o th head . Kni. Oh in a cooler bloud you will repent it . Hus. I repent now , that one s left vnkild , My brat at nurse . Oh I would ful fain haue weand him Knigh. Well , I doe not think 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 voice from me : Neuer was act plaid more vnnaturally . Hus. I thank you Sir . Kni. Goe leade him to the Iayle , Where iustice claimes all , there must pitty faile . Hus. Come come , awaie with me . Exit prisoner . Mr. Sir , you deserue the worship of your place , Would all did so : in you the law is grace , Kni It is my wish it should be so , Ruinous man , the desolation of his howse , the blot Vpon his predecessors honord name : That man is neerest shame that is past shame . Exit . Enter Husband with the officers , The Maister and gentlemen as going by his house . Hu. I am right against my howse , seat of my Ancestors : I heare my wif 's aliue ; but much endangered : Let me intreat to speak with her before the prison gripe me . Enter his wife brought in a chaire . Gent. See heer she comes of her selfe , Wi. Oh my sweete Hus-band , my deere distressed husband , now in the hands of vnrelenting lawes , My greatest sorrow , my extremest bleeding , Now my soule bleeds . Hu. How now ? kind to me ? did I not wound thee , left thee for dead . Wife . Tut farre greater wounds did my brest feele , Vnkindnes strikes a deeper wound then steele , You haue been still vnkinde to mee : Hus. Faith , and so I thinke I haue : I did my murthers roughly out of hand , Desperate and suddaine , but thou hast deuiz'd A fine way now to kill me , thou hast giuen mine eies Seauen woonds a peece ; now glides the deuill from mee , departes at euery ioynt , heaues vp my nailes ; Oh catch him new torments , that were near inuented , Binde him one thousand more you blessed Angells In that pit bottomlesse , let him not rise To make men act vnnaturall tragedies To spred into a father , and in furie , Make him his childrens executioners : Murder his wife , his seruants , and who not ? For that man's darke , where heauen is quite forgot . Wi. Oh my repentant husband . Hus. My deere soull , whom I too much haue wrongd , For death I die , and for this haue I longd . Wi. Thou sholdst not ( be assurde ) for these faults die , If the law cold forgiue assoone as I , Hus. What sight is yonder ? Children laid out . Wi. Oh our two bleeding boyes laid forth vpon the thresholde . Hu. Heer 's weight enough to make a heart-string crack Oh were it lawfull that your prettie soules Might looke from heauen into your fathers eyes , Then should you see the penitent glasses melt , And both your murthers shoote vpon my cheekes , But you are playing in the Angells lappes , 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 begge with you , which thing I feard , Oh t was the enemy my eyes so bleard . Oh would you could pray heauen me to forgiue , That will vnto my end repentant liue . Wi. It makes me eene forget all other sorrowes and leaue parte with this . Come will you goe , Hus. I le kisse the bloud I spilt and then I goe : my soull is bloudied , well may my lippes be so . Farewell deere wife , now thou and I must parte , I of thy wrongs repent me with my harte . Wi. Oh staye thou shalt not goe : Hus. That 's but in vaine , you see it must be so . Farewell ye bloudie ashes of my boyes , My punishments are their eternall ioyes . Let euery father looke into my deedes , And then their heirs may prosper while mine bleeds . Wi. More wretched am I now in this distresse , Exeunt then former sorrows made me . Husband with holberds Mr. Oh kinde wife be comforted , One ioy is yet vnmurdered : You haue a boy at nursse your ioy 's in him . Wi: Dearer then all is my poore husbands life : Heauen giue my body strength , which yet is faint With much expence of bloud , and I will kneele , Sue for his life , nomber vp all my friends , To plead for pardon my deare husbands life . Mr: Was it in man to woond so kinde a creature ? I le euer praise a woman for thy sake , I must returne with griefe my answer 's set : I shall bring newes weies heauier then the debt : Two brothers : one in bond lies ouerthrowne This , on a deadlier execution . FINIS .