_First Lord._ By his great authority; Which often hath no less prevail'd than so On your command. _Leon._ I know't too well. 55 Give me the boy: I am glad you did not nurse him: Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you Have too much blood in him. _Her._ What is this? sport? _Leon._ Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her; Away with him! and let her sport herself 60 With that she's big with; for 'tis Polixenes Has made thee swell thus. _Her._ But I'ld say he had not, And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying, Howe'er you lean to the nayward. _Leon._ You, my lords, Look on her, mark her well; be but about 65 To say 'she is a goodly lady,' and The justice of your hearts will thereto add ''Tis pity she's not honest, honourable:' Praise her but for this her without-door form, Which on my faith deserves high speech, and straight 70 The shrug, the hum or ha, these petty brands That calumny doth use; O, I am out, That mercy does, for calumny will sear Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums and ha's, When you have said 'she's goodly,' come between 75 Ere you can say 'she's honest:' but be't known, From him that has most cause to grieve it should be, She's an adulteress. _Her._ Should a villain say so, The most replenish'd villain in the world, He were as much more villain: you, my lord, 80 Do but mistake. _Leon._ You have mistook, my lady, Polixenes for Leontes: O thou thing! Which I 'll not call a creature of thy place, Lest barbarism, making me the precedent, Should a like language use to all degrees 85 And mannerly distinguishment leave out Betwixt the prince and beggar: I have said She's an adulteress; I have said with whom: More, she's a traitor and Camillo is A federary with her; and one that knows, 90 What she should shame to know herself But with her most vile principal, that she's A bed-swerver, even as bad as those That vulgars give bold'st titles; ay, and privy To this their late escape. _Her._ No, by my life, 95 Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you, When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that You thus have publish'd me! Gentle my lord, You scarce can right me throughly then to say You did mistake.