Shakespeare's First Folio Part 691

Shakespeare's First Folio Part 691

Cym. This hath some seeming


Sooth. The lofty Cedar, Royall Cymbeline Personates thee: And thy lopt Branches, point Thy two Sonnes forth: who by Belarius stolne For many yeares thought dead, are now reuiud To the Maiesticke Cedar ioynd; whose Issue Promises Britaine, Peace and Plenty


Cym. Well, My Peace we will begin: And Caius Lucius, Although the Victor, we submit to Caesar, And to the Romane Empire; promising To pay our wonted Tribute, from the which We were disswaded by our wicked Queene, Whom heauens in Iustice both on her, and hers, Haue laid most heauy hand


Sooth. The fingers of the Powres aboue, do tune The harmony of this Peace: the Vision Which I made knowne to Lucius ere the stroke Of yet this sca.r.s.e-cold-Battaile, at this instant Is full accomplishd. For the Romaine Eagle From South to West, on wing soaring aloft Lessend her selfe, and in the Beames oth Sun So vanishd; which fore-shewd our Princely Eagle Th Imperiall Caesar, should againe vnite His Fauour, with the Radiant Cymbeline, Which shines heere in the West


Cym. Laud we the G.o.ds, And let our crooked Smoakes climbe to their Nostrils From our blest Altars. Publish we this Peace To all our Subiects. Set we forward: Let A Roman, and a Brittish Ensigne waue Friendly together: so through Luds-Towne march, And in the Temple of great Iupiter Our Peace weel ratifie: Seale it with Feasts.



Set on there: Neuer was a Warre did cease (Ere bloodie hands were washd) with such a Peace.


Exeunt.


FINIS. THE TRAGEDIE OF CYMBELINE.