Ycc  gloriousbcames  of thatbti|ht-{hiningUmp<?,
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Two  Tragedies  In  one#

And  dimnes  the  glimmering  (Iiadowes  of  the  night,

Why  dooft  thou  lend  afliftance  to  this  wretch.
To  fhamble  forth  with  boldc  audacitie.
His  lims,that  bearcs  thy  makers  femblance.
All  you  the  fad  fped^ators  of  this  A^c,

Whofe  harts  do  tarte  a  feeling  penfiuenefle.
Of  this  vnheard  of  fauadge  MalTacre :

Oh  be  farre  of,to  harbour  iiich  a  thought.
As  this  audacious  murtherer  put  in  vre,

I  fee  your  fbrrowes  flowe  vp  to  the  brim,

And  ouerflowe  your  cheekes  with  brinifh  teares.
But  though  this  fight  bring  llirfet  to  the  eye.
Delight  your  eares  with  pleafing  harmonic.
That  eares  may  counterchecke  your  e'yes,and  fay.
Why  fhed  you  teares,this  deede  is  but  a  playe:

His  worke  is  done,he  feekes  to  hide  his  linnc,

lie  waile  his  woe,before  his  woe  begin.      Exit  Tructh.
^^r^^^eiw  will  I  high  me  to  the  water  fide.
And  fling  this  heauie  burthen  in  a  ditchc.
Whereof  my  foule  doth  feele  fogreat  a  waight.
That  it  doth  almoft  prefle  mf^jowne  with  feare^

Enter  K^chcW,
Harke  Rachsl ;  I  will  crofle  the  water  ihraight.
And  fling  this  middle  mention  of  a  man.
Into  fome  ditch,then  high  me  home  againe.
To  rid  my  houfe  of  that  is  left  behinde.
Rack'  Where  haue  you  laide  the  legs  &  battered  head?

Mer.  Vnder  the  fagots^wherc  it  lay  before,'
Helpc  me  to  put  this  trunke  into  the  bag.
Rach. My  heart  will  not  endure  to  handle  it.
The  fight  hereof  doth  make  me  quake  for  feare.
Mer, He  do't  my  fclfe,oneIy  dric  vp  the  blood.
And  burne  the  clothes  as  you  haue  done  before,      Sxit»

Rmcb,  I  feare  thy  foule  will  burue  in  flames  ofhell,.
