Thy by-gone fooleries were [but] spices [of] it.
That thou betray'dst Polixenes, 'twas nothing;
That did but show [thee, of a fool,] inconstant
And [damnable ingrateful:] nor was't much,
Thou wouldst have poison'd good Camillo's honour,
To have him kill a king; poor trespasses,
More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon
The casting forth [to crows thy] baby-daughter
To be or none or little; though a devil
Would have shed water out of fire ere done't: