I did beget her, all the parish knows:
Her mother liveth yet, can testify
[♦] She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
War. Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?
15 York. This argues what her kind of life hath been,
Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
[♦] Shep. Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
[20] Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.