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, Unknown to you, unsought, were clipped about Cym. This hath some seeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee: and thy lopped branches point Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stolen, For many years thought dead, are now revived, To the majestic cedar joined; whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty. Cym. Well, My peace we will begin. And, Caius Lucius, Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, And to the Roman empire; promising Το pay our wonted tribute, from the which Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune |