Which know, Marcel, is more illustrious far
Than thine, being got when Love was in his reign,
With all his Youth and Heat about him?
[I, like the Birds] of bravest kind, was hatcht
In the hot Sun-shine of Delight; whilst
Thou, Marcel, wer’t poorly brooded
In the cold Nest of Wedlock.
Mar. Thy Mother was some base notorious Strumpet,
And by her Witchcraft reduc’d my Father’s Soul,
And in return she paid him with a Bastard,