COR. SH. Thine instep bears memorial of the pain.
OED. Ah! what old evil will thy words disclose?
COR. SH. Thy feet were pierced. ’Twas I unfastened them.
OED. So cruel to my tender infancy!
COR. SH. From this thou hast received thy name.
OED. By heaven
I pray thee, did my father do this thing,
Or was’t my mother?
COR. SH. That I dare not say.
He should know best who gave thee to my hand.
OED. Another gave me, then? You did not find me?
COR. SH. Another herdsman passed thee on to me.
OED. Can you describe him? Tell us what you know.