Joy'd are we, that you are. Poft. Your fervant, princes. * 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 On whom heav'n's justice (both on her, and hers) 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 ftately cedar fball be lopt branches, which being dead many years, fhall after revive, be jointed to the old flock, and freshly grow, then fhall Pofthumus end his miferies, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, We term it Mulier: which Mulier I divine Is this most constant wife, who even now Unknown to you, unfought, were clipt about Cym. This hath fome seeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Perfonates thee; and thy lopt branches, point Thy two fons forth: who by Bellarius ftoll'n, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, To the majestick cedar join'd; whose issue Promifes Britain peace and plenty. Cym. My peace we will begin: &c. Sooth. Soothsayer. The fingers of the powers above do tune Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Cym. 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. Our peace we'll ratifie. Seal it with feafts. Set on there: Never was a war did cease Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with fuch a peace. [Exeunt omnes. ROMEO PROLOGUE. WO Houfholds, both alike in Dignity, Two In fair Verona, (where we lay our Scene) From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, A pair of far-crofs'd lovers take their life; Do, with their death, bury their parents ftrife. |