Page 782 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

And now baits me! This brat is none of mine;
It is the issue of Polixenes.
Hence with it, and together with the dam
Commit them to the fire!

PAULINA
It is yours; [95]

And, might we lay th’ old proverb to your charge,
So like you, ’tis the worse. Behold, my lords,
Although the print be little, the whole matter

And copy of the father: eye, nose, lip;
The trick of’s frown; his forehead; nay, the valley, [100]
The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek; his smiles;
The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger:
And thou, good goddess Nature, which hast made

So like to him that got it, if thou hast
The ordering of the mind too, ’mongst all colours [105]
No yellow in ’t, lest she suspect, as he does,

Her children not her husband’s!

LEONTES

A gross hag!
And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang’d,
That wilt not stay her tongue.

ANTIGONUS
Hang all the husbands
That cannot do that feat, you’ll leave yourself [110]

Hardly one subject.

LEONTES
Once more, take her hence.

PAULINA
A most unworthy and unnatural lord
Can do no more.