'Well, well, dear Collatine, thou shalt not know (1059)
The stained taste of violated troth; (1060)
I will not wrong thy true affection so, (1061)
To flatter thee with an infringed oath; (1062)
This bastard graff shall never come to growth:
He shall not boast who did thy stock pollute (1064)
That thou art doting father of his fruit.