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He it is that hath
Assum’d this age: indeed a banish’d man, [320]
I know not how a traitor.

CYMBELINE
Take him hence,
The whole world shall not save him.

BELARIUS
Not too hot;
First pay me for the nursing of thy sons,
And let it be confiscate all, so soon
As I have receiv’d it.

CYMBELINE

Nursing of my sons? [325]

BELARIUS

I am too blunt, and saucy: here’s my knee:
Ere I arise I will prefer my sons;
Then spare not the old father. Mighty sir,
These two young gentlemen that call me father

And think they are my sons, are none of mine; [330]
They are the issue of your loins, my liege,
And blood of young begetting.

CYMBELINE
How? my issue?

BELARIUS
So sure as you your father’s. I (old Morgan)

Am that Belarius, whom you sometime banish’d:
Your pleasure was my ne’er-offence, my punishment [335]
Itself, and all my treason: that I suffer’d,
Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes

(For such and so they are) these twenty years
Have I train’d up; those arts they have; as I