Sooth. Here, my good lord. Philarmonus! [Coming forward. Read, and declare the meaning. Sooth. [Reads.] "When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be 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, The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, [To CYMBELINE. Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about Cym. This hath some seeming. Well, Cym. To pay our wonted tribute, from the which Whom heavens, in justice, both on her and hers, Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Cym. Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Friendly together; so through Lud's town march, Our peace we 'll ratify; seal it with feasts. [Exeunt. |