Page 288 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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WARWICK
Well, go to; we’ll have no bastards live, [70]
Especially since Charles must father it.
PUCELLE
You are deceived; my child is none of his:
It was Alençon that enjoyed my love.
Y ORK
Alençon, that notorious Machiavel?
It dies, and if it had a thousand lives. [75]
PUCELLE
O, give me leave, I have deluded you:
’Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
But Reignier, King of Naples, that prevailed.
WARWICK
A married man: that’s most intolerable!
Y ORK
Why, here’s a girl! I think she knows not well [80]
(There were so many) whom she may accuse.
WARWICK
It’s sign she hath been liberal and free.
Y ORK
And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure! -
Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee.
Use no entreaty, for it is in vain. [85]
PUCELLE
Then lead me hence, with whom I leave my curse:
May never glorious sun reflex his beams
Upon the country where you make abode;
But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
Environ you, till mischief and despair [90]
Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
Exit [guarded].
