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and freshly grow'; thea Hall Posthumus' end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and fourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doch import so much. The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
[To Cymbeline. Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer We térm it mulier; which mulier, I divine, Is this most constant wife; who, even now, Answering the letter of the oracle, Unknown to you, unfought, were clipt-about With this most tender air.
Gym. This has fome seeming.
Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, - Personates thee; and thy lopt branches point Thy two sons forth, who, by Belarius stol'n, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, To the majestic cedar.join'd; whose issue * Promises Britain peace and plenty,
Cym. My peace we will begin; and Caius Lucius, Although the victor, we submit to Catar, And to the Roman empire, promising To pay our wonted tribute, from the which We were dissuaded by our wicked Queen ; On whom Heav'n's justice both on her and hers, Hath laid moít heavy hand.
Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune The harimony of this peace : the vision, Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke Of this vet scarce cold battle, at this instant Is full accomplishd. , For the Roman eagle, From south to west on wing foaring aloft, Leslen'd herself, and in the beams u? th? un So vanilh'd; which fore-thew'd our princely cagle, Th' imperial Cæsar, should again unite His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Which shines here in the west.
Cym. Laud we the gods ! And let the crooked (mokes climb to their nostrils
From our blest altars ! Publish we this peace
[Exetint omnes *.
This play has many just sentiments, some datural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expence of much incongruity.
To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confufion of the names, and manners of different times, and the impollibility of the events in any fyftem of life, were to waste criticism upon un. Tefilting imbecillity, upon faults too evident for detection, anä tộo gross for aggravation. Foungon.
A SONG, fing by GUIDÉRIUS and Arvr
Soft maids and village hinds fall bring
To vex with fhrieks this quiet grove: ?
And melting virgins own their love.
No witker*d witch Hall here be seen,
their nightly crew:
*And dre's thy grave with pearly dew. VOL. IX.
Shall kindly bend his little aid,
To deck the grotend where thou art laid.
In tempests make the Sylvan cell :
For thee the tear be duly foed :
And mourn'd 'till pity's self be dead,
HELEN, wife to Menelaus,
Trojan and Greek Soldiers, with other Attendants
SCENE, Troy, and the Grecian camp, before.it