[126] Myself would, on the rearward of reproaches,
Strike at thy life. Grieved I, I had but one?
[128] Chid I for that at frugal nature’s frame?
[129] O, one too much by thee! Why had I one?
130 Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes?
[131] Why had I not with charitable hand
Took up a beggar’s issue at my gates,
[133] Who smirched thus and mired with infamy,
I might have said, ‘No part of it is mine;
135 This shame derives itself from unknown loins’?