and freshly grow; then ball 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,
[To Cymbeline.
Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer
We term it mulier; which mulier, I divine,
Is this most conftant wife; who, even now,
Anfwering the letter of the oracle,

Unknown to you, unfought, were clipt about
With this most tender air.

Cym. This has fome feeming.

Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Perfonates thee; and thy lopt branches point Thy two fons forth, who, by Belarius ftol'n, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, To the majestic cedar join'd; whofe iffue Promifes 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, promifing

To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
We were diffuaded by our wicked Queen ;

On whom Heav'n's justice both on her and hers,
Hath laid moît heavy hand.

Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune The harmony of this peace: the vifion,

Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke
Of this yet fcarce cold battle, at this inftant
Is full accomplish'd. For the Roman eagle,
From fouth to weft on wing foaring aloft,
Leffen'd herself, and in the beams o' th' fun
So vanifh'd; which fore-fhew'd our princely eagle,
Th' imperial Cæfar, fhould again unite
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Which fhines here in the welt.

Cym. Land we the gods!

And let the crooked fmokes climb to their noftrils

From our bleft altars! Publifh we this peace
To all our fubjects. Set we forward. Let
A Roman and a Britifh enfign wave

Friendly together; fo through Lud's town march,
And in the temple of great Jupiter

Our peace we'll ratify. Seal it with feafts.
Set on there. Never was a war did ceafe,
Ere bloody hands were wall'd, with fuch a peace.
[Exeunt omies *.

This play has many just sentiments, fome natural dialogues, and fome pleafing fcenes, but they are obtained at the expence of much incongruity.

To remark the folly of the fiction, the abfurdity of the conduct, the confufion of the names and manners of different times, and the impoflibility of the events in any fyftem of life, were to waste criticism upon unrefifting imbecillity, upon faults too evident for detection, and too grofs for aggravation. Johnfon.

A SONG, fung by GUIDERIUS and ARVI RAGUS over FIDELE, fuppofed to be dead.

Written by Mr WILLIAM COLLINS.

To fair Fidele's graffy tomb

Soft maids and village hinds all bring
Each op'ning fweet, of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing spring.

No wailing ghost shall dare appear
To vex with brieks this quiet grove's f

But Thepherd lads affemble here,

And melting virgins own their love.

III.

No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew:
The female fays fall haunt the green,
•And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
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IV.

The red-breaft oft at ev'ning hours &
Shall kindly bend his little aid,
With hoary mofs, and gather'd flow'rs,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.

V.

When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempefts bake the Sylvan cell:
Or midft the chace on evry plain,

The tender thought on thee fall dwell.

VI.

Each lonely fcene shall thee restore,
For thee the tear be duly fbed:
Belov'd, 'till life could charm no more;
And mourn'd 'till pity's felf be dead.

HELEN, wife to Menelaus.

ANDROMACHE, wife to Hector.

CASSANDRA, daughter to Priam, a prophetess

CRESSIDA, daughter to Calchas.

ALEXANDER, Creffida's fervant.

Boy, page to Troilus..

Trojan and Greek Soldiers, with other Attendants.

SCENE, Troy; and the Grecian camp, before it