There were so many, whom she may accuse.
[♦] War. It’s sign she hath been liberal and free.
York. And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.
Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
85 Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
Puc. Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:
[♦] May never glorious sun reflex his beams
Upon the country where you make abode;
But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
90 Environ you, till mischief and despair