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O best of masters, what is my offence?

Not answering what he asks about the child.

He speaks at random, babbles like a fool.

If thou lack’st grace to speak, I’ll loose thy tongue.

For mercy’s sake abuse not an old man.

Arrest the villain, seize and pinion him!

Alack, alack!

What have I done? what wouldst thou further learn?

Didst give this man the child of whom he asks?

I did; and would that I had died that day!

And die thou shalt unless thou tell the truth.

But, if I tell it, I am doubly lost.

The knave methinks will still prevaricate.