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Cym. ''By peace we will begin ; and, Caius Lucius,
Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune
Is full accomp welt on wing foaring oʻth” sún
Sooth. Here, my good Lord.
[Reads.] Hen as a lion's whelp fall, to himself unknown, without feek.
ing find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air; and when from a fately cedar shall be lopt branches, which being dead mang years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old fock, and freshly grozu, then ball Pofthumus end bis miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourise in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp ; The fit and apt construction of thy name Being Leonatus, doth import so much: The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, [To Cymbelinc. Which we call Mollis Aer, and Mollis der We term it Mulier : which Mulier I divine Is this most constant wife, who even now Answering the letter of the oracle, Unknown to you, unfought, were clipt about With this moit tender air.
Cym. This hath some seeming.
Soorb. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personages thee; and thy lopt branches point Thy two sons forth : who by Bellarius stol'n, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, To the majestick cedar join'd; whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty.
Cym. By peace we will begin: &c.
So vanish'd; which fore-shew'd our princely eagle,
Cym. Laud we the Gods!
T W O Housholds, both alike in Dignity,
- In fair Verona, (where we lay our Scene) From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil bands unclean, From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose mif-adventur'd piteous overthrows,
Do, with their death, bury their parents strife. . The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents rage,
Is now the two bours traffick of our stage.