Which does mend nature, change it rather: but
The art itself is nature.
Perdita. So it is.[[71]]
Polixenes. Then make your garden rich in gilly-flowers,
And do not call them bastards.
Perdita. I’ll not put
The dibble in earth, to set one slip of them;[[71]]
No more than, were I painted, I would wish
This youth should say, ‘twere well; and only therefore
Desire to breed by me.—Here’s flowers for you;