Iach. I am down again:

But now my heavy confcience finks my knee,
As then your force did. Take that life, befeech you,
Which I fo often owe: but your ring firft,

And here your bracelet of the trueft princess
That ever fwore her faith.

Poft. Kneel not to me:

The power that I have on you, is to fpare you:
The malice tow'rds you, to forgive you. Live,
And deal with others better.

Cym. Nobly doom'd:

We'll learn our freenefs of a fon-in-law;
Pardon's the word to all.

Arv. You help'd us, Sir,

As you did mean indeed to be our brother,
Joy'd are we, that you are.

Poft. Your fervant, princes. *

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Good my

Poft. Your fervant, princes.
lord of Rome

Call forth your Soothsayer: as I flept, methought
Great Jupiter upon his eagle back'd

Appear'd to me, with other fprightly fhews
Of mine own kindred. When I wak'd, I found
This label on my bofom; whofe containing
Is fo from fenfe in hardness, that I can
Make no collection of it. Let him fhew
His skill in the conftruction.

Luc. Philarmonus.

Sooth. Here, my good lord.

Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.

[Reads.]

WHEN as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without feeking find, and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar fhall be Lopt branches, which being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow, then

hall

Cym. My peace we will begin: and Caius Lacias,
Although the victor, we fubinit to Cafar,
And to the Roman empire; promifing

To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
We were diffuaded by our wicked Queen,

On whom heav'n's juftice (both on her, and hers)
Hath laid moft heavy hand.

Soothfayer. The fingers of the powers above do tune The harmony of this peace: the vifion

Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke
Of this yet fearce-cold battel, at this instant
Is full accomplish'd. For the Roman eagle
From fouth to weft on wing foaring aloft
Leffen'd her felf, and in the beams o'th' furi
So vanifh'd; which fore-fhew'd our princely eagle,
Th' imperial Cafar, fhould again unite

hall Pofthumus end his miferies, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.

Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
The fit and apt conftruction of thy name
Being Leonatus, doth import fo much:
The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
Which we call Mollis Aer, and Mollis Aer
We term it Mulier: which Mulier I divine
Is this moft conftant 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 fome feeming.

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 majeftick cedar join'd; whose issue Promiles Britain peace and plenty.

Cym. My peace we will begin: ou..

His

His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Which fhines here in the weft.

Cym. Laud we the gods:

And let the crooked fmoaks climb to their oftrils
From our bleft altars. Publish we this peace
To all our fubjects. Set we forward let
A Roman and a British enfign wave

Friendly together; fo through Lud's town march.
And in the temple of great Jupiter

Our peace we'll ratific. Seal it with feafts..
Set on there Never was a war did cease

Ere bloody hands were wafh'd, with fuch a peace,

[Exeunt omnes

ROME O

AND

JULIE T.