OED. Ay, not one, ten thousand charged me then!
CH. O sorrow!
OED. Never done, an ever-sounding strain.
CH. O crime!
OED. By me ne’er wrought.
CH. But how?
OED. The guerdon fell.
Would I had earned it not from those I served too well.
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OED. What seek ye more to know?
CH. Thy father?