It was wise Nature's end in the donation, Cym. O, what am I Ne'er mother A mother to the birth of three? Rejoic'd deliverance more :-Bless'd may you be, Imo. But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, Did you e'er meet? And at first meeting lov'd; Continued so, until we thought he died. Distinction should be rich in.-Where, how liv'd you, I know not how much more, should be demanded; From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye Thou art my brother: So we 'll hold thee ever. [TO BEL. Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me To see this gracious season. Сут. All o'erjoy'd, Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, Imo. I will yet do you service. Luc. My good master, Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn soldier that so nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd The thankings of a king. The soldier that did company these three [Kneeling. Iach. I am down again: But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you, Which I so often owe: but, your ring first; And here the bracelet of the truest princess That ever swore her faith. Post. Kneel not to me; The power that I have on you is to spare you; Сут. We 'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Pardon 's the word to all. As Arv. Nobly doom'd; You holp us, sir, you did mean indeed to be our brother; Joy'd are we that you are. Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of Rome, Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought, Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows Of mine own kindred: when I wak'd, I found This label on my bosom; whose containing Luc. Philarmonus! Sooth. Here, my good lord. Read, and declare the meaning. Sooth. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and he 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; The fit and apt construction of thy name, [To CYMBELINE. Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about Сут. This hath some seeming. a Collection-consequence deduced from premises. We were dissuaded by our wicked queen : Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune Cym. Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together: so through Lud's town march: Our peace we 'll ratify; seal it with feasts. Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. [Exeunt. a The particle on is understood. The same form of expres sion occurs in Othello' "What conjurations and what mighty magic END OF CYMBELINE. |