And therefore made yourself their instrument
To make your son the savage and the brute
They only prophesied?--Are you not afear'd,
Lest, irrespective as such creatures are
Of such relationship, the brute you made
Revenge the man you marr'd--like sire, like son.
To do by you as you by me have done?

KING.
You never had a savage heart from me;
I may appeal to Poland.

SEG.
Then from whom?
If pure in fountain, poison'd by yourself
When scarce begun to flow.--To make a man
Not, as I see, degraded from the mould
I came from, nor compared to those about,
And then to throw your own flesh to the dogs!--
Why not at once, I say, if terrified
At the prophetic omens of my birth,
Have drown'd or stifled me, as they do whelps
Too costly or too dangerous to keep?

KING.
That, living, you might learn to live, and rule
Yourself and Poland.

SEG.
By the means you took