A Yorkshire Tragedy by Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)
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HUSBAND.
So, sir, then she is gone and so may you be: But let her look that the thing be done she wots of: or hell will stand more pleasant then her house at home. [Exit servant.] [Enter a Gentleman.] GENTLEMAN. Well or ill met, I care not. HUSBAND. No, nor I. GENTLEMAN. I am come with confidence to chide you. HUSBAND. Who? me? Chide me? Doo't finely then: let it not move me, For if thou chidst me angry, I shall strike. GENTLEMAN. Strike thine own follies, for it is they deserve To be well beaten. We are now in private: There's none but thou and I. Thou'rt fond and peevish, An unclean rioter: thy lands and Credit Lie now both sick of a consumption. I am sorry for thee: that man spends with shame |
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