Especially since Charles must father it.
Puc. You are deceived; my child is none of his:
It was Alençon that enjoy’d my love.
[♦] York. Alençon! that notorious Machiavel!
[75] It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
Puc. O, give me leave, I have deluded you:
’Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail’d.
War. A married man! that’s most intolerable.
80 York. Why, here’s a girl! I think she knows not well,