He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd The thankings of a king. Post. I am, sir, The soldier that did company these three In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for The purpose I then follow'd; -That I was he, Iach. I am down again: [Kneeling. But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, Post. Kneel not to me; The power that I have on you, is to spare you; Cym. Nobly doom'd : We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Arv. You holp us, sir, As you did mean indeed to be our brother; Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought, Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows Make no collection of it; let him show Luc. Philarmonus, Sooth. Here, my good lord. Luc. Read, and declare the meaning. Sooth. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; [TO CYMBELINE. Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer Cym. This hath some meaning. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stolen, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty. Cym. Well, My peace we will begin :-And, Caius Lucius, Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Cym. Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Friendly together: so through Lud's town march; Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.- Set on there :-Never was a war did cease, Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. [Exeunt. |