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A YORK-SHIRE TRAGEDY Page: 15
2 GENTLEMAN.
Away with him, bear him a long to the Justices;
A gentleman of worship dwells at hand;
There shall his deeds be blazed.
HUSBAND.
Why, all the better.
My glory tis to have my action known:
I grieve for nothing, but I mist of one.
MASTER.
There's little of a father in that grief:
Bear him away.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IX. A room in the house of a Magistrate.
[Enter a knight with two or three Gentlemen.]
KNIGHT.
Endangered so his wife? murdered his children?
1 GENTLEMAN.
So the Cry comes.
Knight.
I am sorry I ere knew him,
That ever he took life and natural being
From such an honoured stock, and faira descent;
Til this black minute without stain or blemish.
1 GENTLEMAN.
Here come the men.
[Enter the master of the college and the rest, with the
prisoner.]
KNIGHT.
The serpent of his house! I'm sorry
For this time that I am in place of justice.
MASTER.
Please you, Sir.
KNIGHT.
Do not repeat it twice I know too much,
Would it had ne'er been thought on:
Sir, I bleed for you.
1 GENTLEMAN.
Your fathers sorrows are alive in me:
What made you shew such monstrous cruelty?
HUSBAND.
In a word, Sir, I have consumd all, played away long acre,
and I thought it the charitablest deed I could do to cussen
beggery and knock my house oth head.
KNIGHT.
Oh, in a cooler blood you will repent it.
HUSBAND.
I repent now, that ones left unkild,
My brat at nurse. Oh, I would full fain have weand him.
KNIGHT.
Well, I do not think but in to morrows judgement,
The terror will sit closer to your soul,
When the dread thought of death remembers you;
To further which, take this sad voice from me:
Never was act played more unnaturally.
HUSBAND.
Thank you, Sir.
KNIGHT.
Go, lead him to the Jail:
Where justice claims all, there must pity fail.
HUSBAND.
Come, come, away with me.
[Exit prisoner.]
MASTER.
Sir, you deserve 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
Upon his predecessors honord name!
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