Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. Nursing of my Sonnes?
Bel. Bel.
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. Cym.
Cym. How? my Issue.
Bel. So sure as you, your Fathers: I (old Morgan)
Bel. Am that Belarius, whom you sometime banish'd:
Bel. Your pleasure was my neere offence, my punishment
Bel. It selfe, and all my Treason that I suffer'd,
Bel. Was all the harme I did. These gentle Princes
Bel. (For such, and so they are) these twenty yeares
Bel. Haue I train'd vp; those Arts they haue, as I
Bel. Could put into them. My breeding was (Sir)