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Ha, greybeard! Wouldst thou strike him?—’Tis not his

Offences, ’tis thine own we need to mend.

Most gentle master, how do I offend?

Whence came that babe whereof he questioneth?

He doth not know ’tis folly  what he saith.

Thou wilt not speak for love; but pain maybe

I am very old. Ye would not torture me.

Back with his arms, ye bondmen! Hold him so.

[The thralls drag back the arms, ready for torture.

Woe’s me! What have I done? What wouldst thou know?

Didst give this man the child, as he doth say?

I did. Would God that I had died this day!