Polixenes' Wrath

I pray you, mark our contract.
Mark your divorce, young sir, said the king, discovering himself.
Polixenes then reproached his son for daring to contract himself to this low-born maiden, calling Perdita 'shepherd's brat, sheep-hook,' and other disrespectful names; and threatening, if ever she suffered his son to see her again, he would put her, and the old shepherd her
to the sword.

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English poet and playwright best known for his dramatic monologues. Married to fellow poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

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