Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Shep. Out, out: My Lords, and please you, 'tis not so
Shep. I did beget her, all the Parish knowes:
Shep. Her Mother liueth yet, can testifie
Shep. She was the first fruite of my Bach'ler‑ship.
War. War.
War. Gracelesse, wilt thou deny thy Parentage?
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. This argues what her kinde of life hath beene,
Yorke. Wicked and vile, and so her death concludes.
Shep. Shep.
Shep. Fye Ione, that thou wilt be so obstacle:
Shep. God knowes, thou art a collop of my flesh,
Shep. And for thy sake haue I shed many a teare:
Shep. Deny me not, I prythee, gentle Ione.
Pucell. Pucell.
Pucell. Pezant auant. You haue suborn'd this man
Pucell. Of purpose, to obscure my Noble birth.
Shep. 'Tis true, I gaue a Noble to the Priest,
Shep. The morne that I was wedded to her mother.