Imatges de pàgina

Cym. ''By peace we will begin ; and, Caius Lucius,
Although the victor, we fubmit to Cæfar,
And to the Roman Empire; promising
To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
We were dissuaded by our wicked Queen,
On whom heav'n's justice (both on her, and hers)
Hath laid most 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 scarce-cold battel, at this instant
Is full accomplish'd, For the Roman eagle
From south to west on wing foaring aloft
Lefsen'd her self, and in the beams o'th' sún

Is full accomp welt on wing foaring oʻth” sún

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

[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,
Th'imperial Cefar, 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. Ser we forward: let
A Roman and a British ensign wave
Friendly together ; fo 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.

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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,
Which but their childrens end nought could remove,

Is now the two bours traffick of our stage.
The which if you with patient ears attend,
Wbat bere shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

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