The foldier, that did company these three,
In poor Befeeming: '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 confcience finks my knee, [Kneels.
And then your force did. Take that life, 'befeech you,
Which I fo often owe: but, your ring first;

And here the bracelet of the trueft Princess,
That ever fwore her faith.

Poft. Kneel not to me:

The power, that I have on you, is to fpare 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 fon-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.

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
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
Make no collection of it. Let him fhew
His skill in the conftruction.

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

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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;
The fit and apt conftruction of thy name,
Being Leonatus, doth import fo much:
The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
[To Cymbeline,
Which we call Mollis Aer; and Mollis Aer
We term it Mulier: which Mulier, I divine,
Is this moft conftant wife; who, even now,
Answering the letter of the Oracle,

Unknown to you, unfought, were clipt about
With this most tender air.

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
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Which fhines here in the west.

Cym. Laud we the Gods!

And let the crooked fmoaks climb to their Noftrils
From our bleft altars! publifh we this Peace
To all our Subjects. 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 ratifie. Seal it with feafts,
Set on, there: Never was a War did cease,
Ere bloody hands were wafh'd, with fuch a Peace.

[Exeunt omnes.

TROILUS

TROILUS

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CRES SIDA.