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A YORK-SHIRE TRAGEDY Page: 13
SERVANT.
Tug at a Monster.
HUSBAND.
Have I no power? shall my slave fetter me?
SERVANT.
Nay, then, the Devil wrestles, I am thrown.
HUSBAND.
Oh, villain, now I'll tug thee,
[Overthrows him]
now I'll tear thee;
Set quick spurs to my vassail, bruize him, trample him.
So! I think thou wilt not follow me in haste.
My horse stands ready saddled. Away, away;
Now to my brat at nurse, my suckling begger.
Fates, I'll not leave you one to trample on.
SCENE VI. Court before the house.
[The Master meets him.]
MASTER.
How ist with you, sir? me thinks you look
Of a distracted colour.
HUSBAND.
Who? I, sir? tis but your fancy.
Please you walk in, Sir, and I'll soon resolve you:
I want one small part to make up the sum,
And then my brother shall rest satisfied.
MASTER.
I shall be glad to see it: sir, I'll attend you.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE VII. The same as Scene V.
SERVANT.
Oh I am scarce able to heave up my self:
Ha's so bruizd me with his devilish weight,
And torn my flesh with his blood-hasty spur,
A man before of easy constitution
Till now hell's power supplied, to his soul's wrong.
Oh, how damnation can make weak men strong.
[Enter Master, and two servants.]
SERVANT.
Oh, the most piteous deed, sir, since you came.
MASTER.
A deadly greeting! has he somde up these
To satisfy his brother? here's an other:
And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother.
WIFE.
Oh, oh.
MASTER.
Surgeons, Surgeons! she recovers life.
One of his men all faint and bloodied.
1 SERVANT.
Follow, our murderous master has took horse
To kill his child at nurse: oh, follow quickly.
MASTER.
I am the readiest, it shall be my charge
To raise the town upon him.
[Exit Master and servants.]
1 SERVANT.
Good sir, do follow him.
WIFE.
Oh my children.
1 SERVANT.
How is it with my most afflicted Mistress?
WIFE.
Why do I now recover? Why half live?
To see my children bleed before mine eyes?
A sight able to kill a mothers breast
Without an executioner! what, art thou
Mangled too?
1 SERVANT.
I, thinking to prevent what his quick mischiefs
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