Soothsayer reads. When 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 stately cedar fhall be lopt branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then fball Pofthumus end his miferies, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty? Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt conftruction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doth import fo much. The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer We term it mulier: which mulier, I divine, [To Cymbeline, Is this most constant wife; [To Poft.] who, even now, Unknown to you, unfought, were clip'd 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 Belarius stolen, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, To the majestick cedar join'd; whofe iffue Promises Britain peace and plenty. Cym. Well, By peace we will begin :-And, Caius Lucius, By peace we will begin :]-To fulfil the prophecy.-My peace. On whom heaven's juftice, (both on her, and hers) Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune Cym. Laud we the gods; And let our crooked fmokes climb to their noftrils To all our fubjects. Set we forward: Let Friendly together: fo through Lud's town march ; Our peace we'll ratify; feal it with feafts.- Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with fuch a peace. [Exeunt omnes. A SONG, Sung by Guiderius and Arviragus over Fidele, fuppofed to be dead. By Mr. WILLIAM COLLINS. I. To fair Fidele's graffy tomb, Soft maids, and village binds shall bring II. No wailing ghoft shall dare appear III. No wither'd witch fhall here be feen, IV. The red-breast oft at ev'ning hours V. When bowling winds, and beating rain, VI. Each lonely Scene fhall thee reftore; |