The soldier, that did company these three,
In poor Beseeming : 'twas a fitment for
The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he,
Speak, Tachimo, I had you down, and might
Have made your finish.

Iach. I am down again :
But now my heavy conscience finks my knee, [Kneels.
And then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you,
Which I lo often owe: but, your ring first;
And here the bracelet of the truest Princess,
That ever swore her faith.

Post. Kneel not to me:
The power, that I have on you, is to spare you:
The malice tow'rds you, to forgive you. Live,
And deal with others better!

Cym. Nobly doom'd:
We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law;
Pardon's the word to all.

Arv. You help'd us, Sir,
As you did mean, indeed, to be our brother;
Joy'd are we, that you are.

Post. Your servant, Princes. Good my lord of Rome,
Call forth your Soothsayer. As I Dept, methought,
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back’d,
Appear'd to me, with other sprightly shews
Of mine own kindred. When I wak’d, I found
This label on my bosom ; whose containing
Is so from sense in hardness, that I can
Make no collection of it. Let him shew.
His skill in the construction.

Luc. Pbilarmonus,
Sooth. Here, my good Lord.
Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.

[Reads.] WHEN as a lion's whelp hall, to himself unknown,

without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air ; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopt

branches,

Aa 4

And

thier

branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, ITA be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall His Posthumus end his miseries, Britaine be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.

G Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;

Fron The fit and apt construction of thy name,

TO Being Leonatus, doth import fo much :

AR The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,

[To Cymbeline.

And Which we call Mollis Aer; and Mollis Aer We term it Mulier : which Mulier, I divine, Is this most constant wife; who, even now,

Ere Answering the letter of the Oracle, Unknown to you, unsought, were clipt about With this most tender air.

Cym. This has some seeming.

Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
Personates thee; and thy lopt branches point
Thy two sons forth: who, by Belarius ftol'n,
For many years thought dead, are now revivid,
To the majestick cedar join'd; whose Iffue
Promises Britaine peace and plenty.

Cym. My peace we will begin, and, Caius Lucius,
Although the victor, we submit to Cæfar,
And to the Roman Empire ; promising,
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 most heavy hand.

Sooth. The singers of the Powers above do tune
The harmony of this peace : the vision,
Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant
Is full accomplish'd. For the Roman eagle,
From south to west on wing foaring aloft,
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o'ch' sun
So vanish'd; which foșe-lhew'd our princely eagle,

Th

Th’imperial Cæfar, should again unite
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Which shines here in the west.

Cym. Laud we the Gods !
And let the crooked smoaks climb to their Nostrils
From our blest altars! publish we this Peace
To all our Subjects. Set we forward: let
A Roman and a British Ensign wave
Friendly together ; so through Lud's town march:
And in the Temple of great Jupiter
Our Peace we'll ratifie. Seal it with feasts.
Set on, there : Never was a War did cease,
Ere bloody hands were walh’d, with such a Peace.

[Exeunt omnes.

TRO ILUS

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