[Laying down the child.]
LEONTES.
Out!
A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o’ door:
A most intelligencing bawd!
PAULINA.
Not so.
I am as ignorant in that as you
In so entitling me; and no less honest
Than you are mad; which is enough, I’ll warrant,
As this world goes, to pass for honest.
LEONTES.
Traitors!
Will you not push her out? [To Antigonus.] Give her the bastard,
Thou dotard! Thou art woman-tir’d, unroosted
By thy Dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard,
Take’t up, I say; give’t to thy crone.
PAULINA.
For ever
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 yours.
LEONTES.
A nest of traitors!
ANTIGONUS.
I am none, by this good light.
PAULINA.
Nor I; nor any
But one that’s here, and that’s himself. For he
The sacred honour of himself, his queen’s,
His hopeful son’s, his babe’s, betrays to slander,
Whose sting is sharper than the sword’s; and will not,
(For, as the case now stands, it is a curse
He cannot be compell’d to’t) once remove
The root of his opinion, which is rotten
As ever oak or stone was sound.