The foldier, that did company these three, Iach. I am down again : But now my heavy confcience finks my knee, [Kneels. And here the bracelet of the trueft Princess, Poft. Kneel not to me: The power, that I have on you, is to fpare you: Cym. Nobly doom'd: We'll learn our freeness of a fon-in-law; Arv. You help'd us, Sir, As you did mean, indeed, to be our brother; Poft. Your fervant, Princes, Good my lord of Rome, Call forth your Soothsayer. As I lept, methought, Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd, Appear'd to me, with other fprightly fhews Is fo from fenfe in hardness, that I can Luc. Philarmonus, Sooth. Here, my good Lord. Luc. Read, and declare the meaning. WHI [Reads.] HEN as a lion's whelp fhall, to himself unknown, without feeking find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar fhall be lopt A a 4 branches, branches, which, being dead many years, fhall after revive, be jointed to the old ftock, and freshly grow; then fball Polthumus end his miferies, Britaine be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; Unknown to you, unfought, were clipt about Cym. This has fome seeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Perfonates thee; and thy lopt branches point Thy two fons forth: who, by Belarius stol❜n, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, To the majestick cedar join'd; whofe Iffue Promises Britaine peace and plenty. Cym. My peace we will begin, and, Caius Lucius, Although the victor, we fubmit to Cæfar, And to the Roman Empire; promifing, To pay our wonted tribute, from the which We were diffuaded by our wicked Queen ; On whom heav'n's justice (both on her, and hers) Hath laid moft heavy hand. Sooth. The fingers of the Powers above do tune The harmony of this peace: the vifion, Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this inftant Is full accomplish'd. For the Roman eagle, From fouth to weft on wing foaring aloft, Leffen'd herself, and in the beams o'th' fun So vanish'd; which fore-fhew'd our princely eagle, Th' Th' imperial Cæfar, fhould again unite Cym. Laud we the Gods! And let the crooked fmoaks climb to their Noftrils Friendly together; fo through Lud's town march: Our Peace we'll ratifie. Seal it with feafts, [Exeunt omnes. TROILUS |