Here are your fons again; and I must lofe
Two of the sweetest companions in the world.
The benediction of these covering heavens

Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy To in-lay heaven with stars.

Gym. Thou weepeft, and fpeakeft:

The fervice that you three have done, is more Unlike than this thou telleft. I loft my children-If these be they, I know not how to wish

A pair of worthier fons.

Bel. Be pleafed a while

This gentleman, whom I call Paladour,

Mot worthy Prince, as yours, is true Guiderius:
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,

Your younger princely fon; he, Sir, was lap'd
In a moft curious mantle, wrght by th' hand
Of his Queen-mother, which, for more probation,
I can with eafe produce.

Cym. Guiderius had

Upon his neck a mole, a fanguine ftar;
It was a mark of wonder.

Bel. This is he,

Who hath upon him ftill that natural famp;
It was wife Nature's end, in the donation,
To be his evidence now.

Cym. Oh, what am I,

A mother to the birth of three! ne'er mother Rejoiced deliverance more; blefs'd may you be, That, after this ftrange ftarting from your orbs, You may reign in them now! oh Imogen, Thou'aft loft by this a kingdom.

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 trueft fpeaker.
VOL. X.

You called me brother, F f

When I was but your fifter;

I, you

brothers,

When you were fo indeed.

Cym. Did you e'er meet?
Arv. Ay, my good Lord.

Guid. And at first meeting loved;
Continued fo, until we thought he died.
Cor. By the Queen's dram fhe swallowed.
Cym. O rare instinct !

When fhall I hear all thro'? this fierce abridgment Hath to it circumftantial branches, which

Diftinction fhould be rich in.--Where? how lived you?

And when came you to ferve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers? how firft met them?

(58) Why fled you from the court? and whither?

Thefe,

And your three motives to the battle, with

I know not how much more, should be demanded;
And all the other by-dependences

From chance to chance: but not the time, nor place,
Will ferve long interrogatories. See,
Pofthumus anchors upon Imogen;

(58) Why fled you from the court, and whether thefe?] By a ftrange negligence, in all the editions, this paffage is ftark nonfenfe. One part of the mistake made is in the word whether; and another is in the falfe pointing. It must be rectified thus;

Why fled you from the court? and whither? Thefe, &c. The King is afking his daughter, how fhe has lived fince her elopement from the court, when she entered herfelf in Lucius's fervice; how he met with her brothers, or parted from them; why fhe fled from the court, and to what place; and having enumerated fo many particulars, he fteps short, and cries; "All thefe circumftances, and the motives of Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus to the battle, together with a number more of occurrences by the by, I want to be refolved in."

And fhe, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
On him, her brothers, me, her mafter; hitting
Each object with a joy. The counter-change
Is feverally in all. Let's quit this ground,
And smoke the temple with our facrifices.
Thou art my brother; fo we'll hold thee ever.
[To Bel.
Imo. You are my father too, and did relieve me,

To fee this gracious feafon.

Cym. All o'erjoyed,

Save thefe in bonds; let them be joyful too,

For they fhall tafte our comfort.

Imo. My good master,

I will yet do you fervice.

Luc. Happy be you.

Cym. The forlorn foldier that fo nobly fought, He would have well becomed this place, and graced The thankings of a king.

Poft. 'Tis I am, Sir,

The foldier that did company these three,

In poor befeeming: 'twas a fitment for

The purpose I then followed. That I was he,
Speak, Iachimo, I had you down, and might
Have made you finith.

Iach. I am down again :

But now my heavy confcience finks my knee, [Kneels,
As then your force did. Take that life, 'befeech you,
Which I fo often owe: but your ring first;

And here the bracelet of the truet 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!

Gym. Nobly doomed:

We'll learn our freeness of a fon-in-law;
Pardon's the word to all.

Arv. You helped us, Sir,

As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Joyed are we that you are.

Poft. Your fervant, Princes. Good my Lord of
Rome,

Call forth your foothfayer. As I flept, methought,
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle backed,

Appeared to me, with other fprightly fhews
Of mine own kindred. When I waked, 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 fkill in the construction.

Luc. Philarmonus,---

Sooth. Here, my good Lord.

Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.

[Reads.]

"When as a lion's whelp fhall, to himself un"known, without feeking find, and be embraced "by a piece of tender air; and when from a ftately cedar fhall be lop'd branches, which being dead many years, fhall after revive, be jointed to the old ftock, and freshly grow; then "fhall Pofthumus end his miferies, Britain be for"tunate, and flourish in peace and plenty."

66.

Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
The fit and apt conftruction of thy name,
Being Leo-natus, 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,
Anfwering the letter of the oracle,

Unknown to you, unfought, were clip'd about
With this moft tender air.

Cym. This hath fome feeming.

Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Perfonates thee; and thy lopp'd branches point Thy two fons forth; who, by Bellarius ftol'n, For many years thought dead, are now revived, To the majestic cedar joined; whose iffue Promifes Britain peace and plenty.

Cym. My peace we will begin, and Caius Lucius,
Although the victor, we submit 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 Heaven's juftice (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 vision, Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke Of this yet fcarce-cold battle, at this instant Is full accomplished. For the Roman eagle, From fouth to weft on wing foaring aloft, Leffened herself, and in the beams o' th' fun So vanished; which fore-fhewed our princely eagle, Th' imperial Cæfar fhould again unite His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Which fhines here in the west.

Gym. Laud we the gods!

And let the crooked fiokes climb to their noftrils
From our bless'd altars! publifh we this peace
To all our fubjects. Set we forward: let

A Roman and a British enfign wave

Friendly together; fo through Lud's town march