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Could put into them. My breeding was, sir, as [340]
Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile,
(Whom for the theft I wedded) stole these children
Upon my banishment: I mov’d her to’t,

Having receiv’d the punishment before
For that which I did then. Beaten for loyalty [345]
Excited me to treason. Their dear loss,
The more of you ’twas felt, the more it shap’d

Unto my end of stealing them. But gracious sir,
Here are your sons again, and I must lose
Two of the sweet’st companions in the world. [350]
The benediction of these covering heavens

Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy
To inlay heaven with stars.

CYMBELINE
Thou weep’st, and speak’st:
The service that you three have done is more

Unlike than this thou tell’st. I lost my children: [355]
If these be they, I know not how to wish
A pair of worthier sons.

BELARIUS
Be pleas’d awhile;
This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,

Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius:
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus [360]
Your younger princely son, he, sir, was lapp’d
In a most curious mantle, wrought by th’ hand

Of his queen mother, which for more probation
I can with ease produce.

CYMBELINE
Guiderius had
Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; [365]
It is a mark of wonder.

BELARIUS