_Shep._ ’Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest The morn that I was wedded to her mother. Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.   ·aed025· Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time Of thy nativity! I would the milk Thy mother gave thee when thou suck’dst her breast,   [aed028] Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake! Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,   [aed030] I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee! Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab? O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good. [_Exit._ _York._ Take her away; for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities.   ·aed035· _Puc._ First, let me tell you whom you have condemn’d: Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,   [aed037] But issued from the progeny of kings; Virtuous and holy; chosen from above, By inspiration of celestial grace,   ·aed040· To work exceeding miracles on earth. I never had to do with wicked spirits: But you, that are polluted with your lusts, Stain’d with the guiltless blood of innocents, Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,   ·aed045· Because you want the grace that others have, You judge it straight a thing impossible To compass wonders but by help of devils. No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been   [aed049] A virgin from her tender infancy,   ·aed050· Chaste and immaculate in very thought; Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused, Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven. _York._ Ay, ay: away with her to execution!   [aed054] _War._ And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,   ·aed055· Spare for no faggots, let there be enow: Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake, That so her torture may be shortened. _Puc._ Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts? Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,   [aed060] That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.   [aed061] I am with child, ye bloody homicides: Murder not then the fruit within my womb, Although ye hale me to a violent death. _York._ Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!   ·aed065· _War._ The greatest miracle that e’er ye wrought:   [aed066] Is all your strict preciseness come to this? _York._ She and the Dauphin have been juggling: I did imagine what would be her refuge. _War._ Well, go to; we’ll have no bastards live;   [aed070] Especially since Charles must father it. _Puc._ You are deceived; my child is none of his: It was Alençon that enjoy’d my love. _York._ Alençon! that notorious Machiavel!   [aed074] It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.   [aed075] _Puc._ O, give me leave, I have deluded you: ’Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named, But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail’d. _War._ A married man! that’s most intolerable. _York._ Why, here’s a girl! I think she knows not well,   ·aed080· There were so many, whom she may accuse. _War._ It’s sign she hath been liberal and free.   [aed082]