A Yorkshire Tragedy by Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)
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[Gets it from her.]
HUSBAND. Brat, thou shalt not live to shame thy house! WIFE. Oh heaven! [She's hurt and sinks down.] HUSBAND. And perish! now begone: There's whores enow, and want would make thee one. [Enter a lusty servant.] SERVANT. Oh Sir, what deeds are these? HUSBAND. Base slave, my vassail: Comst thou between my fury to question me? SERVANT. Were you the Devil, I would hold you, sir. HUSBAND. Hold me? presumption! I'll undo thee for't. SERVANT. |
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