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Cym. ''By peace we will begin ; and, Caius Lucius,
Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune
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[Reads.) Hen as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without feek
from a fately cedar shall be lopt branches, which being dead
mang years, small after revive, be jointed to the old fock, and freshly grozu, tben ball Pofthumus end bis mi feries, Britain be fortunate, and fourij 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 Cymbeline. Which we call Mollis Aer, and Mollis Aer 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 most tender air.
Cym. This hath some seeming,
Cym. By peace we will begin: &c.
So vanish'd ; which fore-shew'd our princely eagle,
Cym. Laud we the Gods!
TWO 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-crofs'd lovers take their life ; Whose mis-adventur'd piteous overthrows,
Do, with their death, bury their parents strife. The fearful pasage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents rage,
Is now the two bours traffick of our stage.