Puc. Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn’d this man,
Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
Shep. ’Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
25 Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
Of thy nativity! I would the milk
[♦] Thy mother gave thee when thou suck’dst her breast,
Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
[30] Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,