Past and to come, that you do change this purpose,
Which being so horrible, so bloody, must
Lead on to some foul issue: [we all kneel].
Leon. I am a [feather] for each wind that blows:
Shall I live on to see this bastard kneel
And call me father? better burn it now
Than curse it then. But be it; let it live.
It shall not neither. You, sir, come you [hither;]
You that have been so tenderly officious
With Lady Margery, your [midwife] there,