Category: Plays/Films/Dramas

A Yorkshire Tragedy

RALPH. Why, can you blame her? why, apples hanging longer on the tree then when they are ripe makes so many fallings; viz., Mad wenches, because they are not gathered in time, are fain to drop of them selves, and then tis Common you know for every man to take em up.

Chapters

2. Chapter 2

WIFE. What will become of us? all will away. My husband never ceases in expense, Both to consume his credit and his house; And tis set down by heaven’s just decree, That Riot’s...

4. Chapter 4

MASTER. Tis not my fashion, Sir, to dwell in long circumstance, but to be plain, and effectual; therefore, to the purpose. The cause of my setting forth was piteous and lamentab...

3. Chapter 3

WIFE. I grant I had; but, alas, Why should our faults at home be spread abroad? Tis grief enough within doors. At first sight Mine Uncle could run o’er his prodigal life As perf...

1. Chapter 1

RALPH. Why, can you blame her? why, apples hanging longer on the tree then when they are ripe makes so many fallings; viz., Mad wenches, because they are not gathered in time, a...

10. Chapter 10

HUSBAND. I am right against my house, seat of my Ancestors: I hear my wife’s alive; but much endangered. Let me intreat to speak with her, before the prison gripe me.

5. Chapter 5

MAID. Sleep, sweet babe; sorrow makes thy mother sleep: It bodes small good when heaviness falls so deep. Hush, pretty boy, thy hopes might have been better. Tis lost at Dice wh...

7. Chapter 7

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...

9. Chapter 9

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.

8. Chapter 8

HUSBAND. Oh stumbling Jade, the spavin overtake thee, The fifty disease stop thee! Oh, I am sorely bruisde; plague founder thee: Thou runst at ease and pleasure. Hart of chance!...

6. Chapter 6

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.