Cym. By peace we will begin: and, Caius Lucius, Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune Sooth. Here, my good Lord. Luc. Read, and declare the meaning. [Reads.] So 7Hen 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 fately cedar fhall be lopt branches, which being dead mang years, fhall after revive, be jointed to the old flock, and freshly grow, then fball Pofthumus end his miferies, Britain be fortunate, and flourif in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; Unknown to you, unfought, were clipt about Cym. This hath fome feeming. Sootb. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, [To Cymbeline. So vanish'd; which fore-fhew'd our princely eagle, Cym. Laud we the Gods! And let the crooked fmoaks climb to their noftrils Friendly together; fo through Lud's town march. Our peace we'll ratifie. Seal it with feafts. Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with fuch a peace. [Exeunt omnes. ROMEO PROLOGUE. WO Houfbolds, 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 bands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whofe mif-adventur'd piteous overthrows, Do, with their death, bury their parents ftrife. And the continuance of their parents rage, |