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SCENE VIII.-A High Road.
Enter Husband. He falls.
[Cry within.] Follow, follow, follow.
Hus. Ha! I hear sounds of men, like hue and cry. Up, up, and struggle to thy horse ; make on; Despatch that little beggar, and all's done.
[Cry within.] Here, here; this way, this way.
Hus. At my back? Oh,
Enter the MASTER of the College, three Gentlemen, and Attendants with
Mast. Unnatural, flinty, more than barbarous !
Hus. Why, he can have no more of us than our skins,
1 Gent. Great sins have made him impudent.
2 Gent. Away with him; bear him to the justice's.
Why, all the better.
Mast. There's little of a father in that grief:
SCENE IX.--A Room in the House of a Magistrate.
Enter a Knight, and three Gentlemen. Knight. Endanger'd so his wife? murther'd his children ? 1 Gent. So the cry goes.
I am sorry I e'er knew him ;
1 Gent. Here come the men.
Enter MASTER of the College, 8c., with the Prisoner.
Mast. 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 Gent. Your father's sorrows are alive in me. What made you show such monstrous cruelty ?
Hus. In a word, sir, I have consumed all, played away long-acre; and I thought it the charitablest deed I could do, to cozen beggary, and knock my house o' the head.
Knight. O, in a cooler blood you will repent it.
Hus. I repent now that one is left unkill'd:
Knight. Well, I do not think, but in to-morrow's judgment,
Hus. I thank you, sir.
Go lead him to the gaol :
[Exeunt HUSBAND, &c. Mast. 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 !
SCENE X.-Before Calverly Hall.
His Wife is brought in.
Now in the hands of unrelenting laws,
Hus. How now? Kind to me? Did I not wound thee ?
Wife. Tut, far, far greater wounds did my breast feel;
Hus. 'Faith, and so I think I have;
Wife. O my repentant husband !
Hus. O my dear soul, whom I too much have wrong'd; For death I die, and for this have I long'd.
Wife. Thou shouldst not, be assur’d, for these faults die
Hus. What sight is yonder ?
0, our two bleeding boys, Laid forth upon the threshold.
Hus. Here's weight enough to make a heart-string crack.
Wife. It makes me even forget all other sorrows,
Come, will you go?
Farewell, dear wife; now thou and I must part;
Wife. O stay; thou shalt not go.
[Exeunt HUSBAND and Officers.
O kind wife,
Wife. Dearer than all is my poor husband's life.
Mast. Was it in man to wound so kind a creature ?
THE AUTHORSHIP OF A YORKSHIRE TRAGEDY.
The event upon which this little drama is founded happened in 1604; the play was published in 1608. If it were written by Shakspere then, as his name on the title-page would lead us to believe, it must have been written when he was at the height of his power and of his fame. The question therefore as to his authorship of this play lies within very narrow limits. On the one hand we have the assertion of the publisher, in his entry upon the Stationers' registers, and in the title-page of the book, that Shakspere was the author: on the other hand, we have to consider the manifest improbability that one who essentially viewed human events and passions through the highest medium of poetry should have taken up a subject of temporary interest to dramatize upon a prosaic principle. The English stage is familiar with works of extensive and permanent popularity which present to the senses the literal movement of some domestic tragedy, in which, from the necessary absence of the poetical spirit, the feelings of the audience are harassed and tortured without any compensation from that highest power of art which subdues the painful in and through the beautiful. George Barnwell' and The Gamester' are ready examples of tragedies of this class; and without going into any minute comparisons, it is easy to understand that the principle upon which such works are composed is essentially different from that which presides over · Hamlet” and • Lear' and “Othello.' There was a most voluminous dramatic writer in Shakspere's time, Thomas Heywood, whose pen was ready to seize upon a subject of passing interest, such as the frantic violence of the unhappy Mr. Calverly. Charles Lamb, after quoting