The Winters Tale 114
Polixenes:
You see, sweet maid, we marry
A gentler scion to the wildest stock,
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
By bud of nobler race: this is an art
Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
The art itself is nature.
Perdita:
So it is
Polixenes:
Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,
And do not call them bastards.
The Winter’s Tale, Act IV, Scene 4
Single Post Card from the Shakespeare Cards Collection by First Folio Cards Dimensions: 112 mm (4 1/2 ins ) x 160 mm (6 1/4 ins ) Printed onto textured card, blank on reverse.
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