The thankings of a King. Poft. 'Tis I am, Sir, The foldier, that did company these three, That I was he, Speak, Tachimo, I had you down, and might Iach. I am down again : But now my heavy conscience finks my knee, [Kneels. And then your force did. Take that life, 'befeech you, Poft. Kneel not to me: The power that I have on you, is to fpare you : Cym. Nobly doom'd: We'll learn our freeness of a fon-in-law; Pardon's the word to all. As Arvu. You help'd us, Sir, you did mean, indeed, to be our brother; Joy'd are we, that you are. Poft. Your fervant, Princes. Good my lord of Rome, Appear'd to me, with other fprightly fhews 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. WH [Reads.] HEN 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 fiately cedar fhall be opt branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Pofthumus end his miferies, Britaine be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; Which we call Mollis Aer; and Mollis Aer Unknown to you, unfought, were clipt about Cym. This has fome seeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Cym. My peace we will begin, and, Caius Lucius, To pay our wonted tribute; from the which Sooth. The fingers of the Powers above do tune VOL. VII. Cym. 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. TROILUS |