Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. Take him hence,
Cym. The whole world shall not saue him.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. Not too hot;
Bel. First pay me for the Nursing of thy Sonnes,
Bel. And let it be confiscate all, so soone
Bel. As I haue receyu'd it.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Nursing of my Sonnes?
Bel. I am too blunt, and sawcy: heere's my knee:
Bel. Ere I arise, I will preferre my Sonnes,
Bel. Then spare not the old Father. Mighty Sir,
Bel. These two young Gentlemen that call me Father,
Bel. And thinke they are my Sonnes, are none of mine,
Bel. They are the yssue of your Loynes, my Liege,
Bel. And blood of your begetting.
Cym. How? my Issue.