LEONTES.
Traitors!
Will you not push her out! Give her the bastard.
PAULINA.
Forever
Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
Tak'st up the princess by that forced baseness
Which he has put upon't!
LEONTES.
He dreads his wife.
PAULINA.
So, I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt
You'd call your children your's.
LEONTES.
A callat,
Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband,
And now baits me!—this brat is none of mine.