3760Make no Collection of it. Let him shew

3761His skill in the construction.

3762Luc. Philarmonus.

3763Sooth. Heere, my good Lord.

3764Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.

3773Thou Leonatus art the Lyons Whelpe,

3774The fit and apt Construction of thy name

3775Being Leonatus, doth import so much:

3776The peece of tender Ayre, thy vertuous Daughter,

3777Which we call Mollis Aer, and Mollis Aer

3778We terme it Mulier; which Mulier I diuine

3779Is this most constant Wife, who euen now

3780Answering the Letter of the Oracle,

3781Vnknowne to you vnsought, were clipt about

3782With this most tender Aire.

3783Cym. This hath some seeming.

3784Sooth. The lofty Cedar, Royall Cymbeline

3785Personates thee: And thy lopt Branches, point

3786Thy two Sonnes forth: who by Belarius stolne

3787For many yeares thought dead, are now reuiu'd

3788To the Maiesticke Cedar ioyn'd; whose Issue

3789Promises Britaine, Peace and Plenty.

3790Cym. Well,

3791My Peace we will begin: And Caius Lucius,

3792Although the Victor, we submit to Caesar,

3793And to the Romane Empire; promising

3794To pay our wonted Tribute, from the which

3795We were disswaded by our wicked Queene,

3796Whom heauens in Iustice both on her, and hers,

3797Haue laid most heauy hand.

3798Sooth. The fingers of the Powres aboue, do tune

3799The harmony of this Peace: the Vision

3800Which I made knowne to Lucius ere the stroke

3801Of yet this scarse-cold-Battaile, at this instant

3802Is full accomplish'd. For the Romaine Eagle

3803From South to West, on wing soaring aloft

3804Lessen'd her selfe, and in the Beames o'th' Sun

3805So vanish'd; which fore-shew'd our Princely Eagle

3806Th' Imperiall Caesar, should againe vnite

3807His Fauour, with the Radiant Cymbeline,

3808Which shines heere in the West.

3809Cym. Laud we the Gods,

3810And let our crooked Smoakes climbe to their Nostrils

3811From our blest Altars. Publish we this Peace

3812To all our Subiects. Set we forward: Let

3813A Roman, and a Brittish Ensigne waue

3814Friendly together: so through Luds-Towne march,

3815And in the Temple of great Iupiter

3816Our Peace wee'l ratifie: Seale it with Feasts.

3817Set on there: Neuer was a Warre did cease

3818(Ere bloodie hands were wash'd) with such a Peace.