Iach. I am down again: But now my heavy confcience finks my knee, And here your bracelet of the trueft princess Poft. Kneel not to me: The power that I have on you, is to fpare you: Cym. Nobly doom'd: We'll learn our freenefs of a fon-in-law; Arv. You help'd us, Sir, As you did mean indeed to be our brother, Poft. Your fervant, princes. * * Good my Poft. Your fervant, princes. Call forth your Soothsayer: as I flept, methought Appear'd to me, with other fprightly fhews 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, To pay our wonted tribute, from the which On whom heav'n's juftice (both on her, and hers) 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 hall Pofthumus end his miferies, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; Unknown to you, unfought, were clipt about 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, Cym. Laud we the gods: And let the crooked fmoaks climb to their oftrils Friendly together; fo through Lud's town march. Our peace we'll ratific. Seal it with feafts.. Ere bloody hands were wafh'd, with fuch a peace, [Exeunt omnes |