I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good. [Exit.
York. Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
35 To fill the world with vicious qualities.
Puc. First, let me tell you whom you have condemn’d:
[♦] Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
But issued from the progeny of kings;
Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,
40 By inspiration of celestial grace,