Imo. No, my Lord: I've got two worlds by't. Oh, my gentle brothers, Have we thus met? oh, never fay hereafter, But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother, When I was but your fifter; I, you brothers, When ye were so indeed. Cym. Did you e'er meet? Arv. Ay, my good Lord. Guid. And at first meeting lov'd; Cor. By the Queen's dram the fwallow'd. When shall I hear all through? this fierce abridgment Distinction fhould be rich in.-Where? how liv'd you? I know not how much more, fhould be demanded ;. From chance to chance: but not the time, nor place, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye [To Belarius Imo. You are my father too, and did relieve me, To fee this gracious feafon ! Cym. All o'erjoy'd, Save chefe in bonds : let them be joyful too, For they fhall tafte our comfort. Imo. My good mafter, I will yet do you service. Luc. Happy be you! Gym. The forlorn foldier, that fo nobly fought,. He would have well become this place, and grac'd The thankings of a King. Poft. 'Tis I am, Sir, The foldier that did company these three, The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he, Iach. I am down again. But now my heavy confcience finks my knee, [Kneels. And then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you, Poft. Kneel not to me. The power that I have on you, is to spare you ;; Cym. Nobly doom'd: We'll learn our freenefs of a fon-in-law; Arv. You help'd us, Sir, As you did mean indeed to be our brother ; Joy'd are we that you are. Poft. Your fervant, princes. *Poft. Your fervant, princes. Good my Lord of Rome, Call forth your Soothsayer. As I flept, methought Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd, Appear'd to me, with other fprightly fhews Of mine own kindred. When I wak'd, I found This label on my bofom; whofe containing Is fo from fenfe in hardness, that I can Luc. Philarmonus, Sooth. Here, my good Lord. Luc Read, and declare the meaning. Reads. "When as a lion's whelp fhall, to himself unknown, without feck. "ing find, and be embrac'd by piece of tender air; and when, from a ftately cedar fhall be lopt branches, which, being dead many years, "fhall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow, then "fhall P @humus erd his miferies, Britain be fortunate, and flourish "in peace and plenty," Thou, Leonatus, art the Hon's whelp; Cym. My peace we will begin; and, Caius Lucius, On whom heav'n's juftice (both on her and her's) Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Gym. Laud we the gods! And let the crooked fmoaks climb to their noftrils To all our fubjects. Set we forward: let A Roman and a British enfign wave Friendly together; fo through Lud's town march; And in the temple of great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify. Seal it with feafts. Set on, there never was a war did cease, Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with fuch a peace. Being Leonatus, doth import fo much. The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, Unknown to you, unfought, were clipt about Cym. This has fome feeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, Royal Cymbeline, [Exeunt omnes. [To Cymbeline SCENE, Troy; and the Grecian camp before it. This flory was originally written by Lollius an old Lombard au thor, and fince by Chaucer. It is alfo found in an old English storybook of the three deftructions of Troy; from which many of the circumstances in this play are borrowed, they being to be found no where else. Before this play, printed in 1609, is a bookfeller's preface, fhewing that first imprefion to have been before the play had been acted; and that it was published without Shakespear's knowledge, from a copy that had fallen into the book feller's hands. Mr Dryden thinks this one of the firit of our author's plays: but, on the contrary, it may be judged from the forementioned preface, that it was one of his laft and the great number of obfervations, both moral and politic, (with which this piece is crouded more than any other of his), feems to. confirm my opinion. 1 PRO LOGUE. N Troy, there lies the fcene: from ifles of Greece With wanton Paris fleeps; and that's the quarrel. And the deep drawing barks do there difgorge And correfponfive and fulfilling bolts, Now expection tickling fkittish spirits To tell you, (fair beholders), that our play Like, or find fault,do as your pleasures are ; Troi. . ACT I. SCENE I. C The palace in Troy. Enter Pandarus and Troilus, ALL here my varlet; I'll unarm again. Why should I war without the walls of Troy, That find fuccruel battle here within? Each Trojan that is mafter of his heart, |