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how liv'd you？ And when came you to serve our Roman captive？ How
parted with your brothers？ how first met them？ Why fled you from the
court？ and whither？ These； And your three motives to the battle； with I
know not how much more； should be demanded； And all the other by…
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dependences； From chance to chance； but nor the time nor place Will
serve our long interrogatories。 See； Posthumus anchors upon Imogen； And
she； like harmless lightning； throws her eye On him； her brothers； me； her
master； hitting Each object with a joy； the counterchange Is severally in all。
Let's quit this ground； And smoke the temple with our sacrifices。 ＇To
BELARIUS＇ Thou art my brother； so we'll hold thee ever。 IMOGEN。 You
are my father too； and did relieve me To see this gracious season。
CYMBELINE。 All o'erjoy'd Save these in bonds。 Let them be joyful too；
For they shall taste our comfort。 IMOGEN。 My good master； I will yet do
you service。 LUCIUS。 Happy be you！ CYMBELINE。 The forlorn soldier；
that so nobly fought； He would have well becom'd this place and grac'd
The thankings of a king。 POSTHUMUS。 I am； sir； The soldier that did
company these three In poor beseeming； 'twas a fitment for The purpose I
then follow'd。 That I was he； Speak； Iachimo。 I had you down； and might
Have made you finish。 IACHIMO。 ＇Kneeling＇ 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。 POSTHUMUS。
Kneel not to me。 The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you； The malice
towards you to forgive you。 Live； And deal with others better。
CYMBELINE。 Nobly doom'd！ We'll learn our freeness of a son…in…law；
Pardon's the word to all。 ARVIRAGUS。 You holp us； sir； As you did mean
indeed to be our brother； Joy'd are we that you are。 POSTHUMUS。 Your
servant； Princes。 Good my lord of Rome； Call forth your soothsayer。 As I
slept； methought Great Jupiter； upon his eagle back'd； 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 Is so from sense in hardness
that I can Make no collection of it。 Let him show His skill in the
construction。 LUCIUS。 Philarmonus！ SOOTHSAYER。 Here； my good
lord。 LUCIUS。 Read； and declare the meaning。 SOOTHSAYER。 ＇Reads＇
'When as a lion's whelp shall； to himself unknown； without seeking find；
and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air； and when from a stately cedar
shall be lopp'd branches which； being dead many years； shall after revive；
be jointed to the old stock； and freshly grow； then shall Posthumus end his
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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；
Being Leo…natus； doth import so much。 ＇To CYMBELINE＇ The piece of
tender air； thy virtuous daughter； Which we call 'mollis aer；' and 'mollis
aer' We term it 'mulier'； which 'mulier' I divine Is this most constant wife；
who even now Answering the letter of the oracle； Unknown to you；
unsought； were clipp'd about With this most tender air。 CYMBELINE。
This hath some seeming。 SOOTHSAYER。 The lofty cedar； royal
Cymbeline； Personates thee； and thy lopp'd 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。 CYMBELINE。 Well； My peace we will begin。 And； Caius
Lucius； Although the victor； we submit to Caesar And to the Roman
empire； promising To pay our wonted tribute； from the which We were
dissuaded by our wicked queen； Whom heavens in justice； both on her and
hers； Have laid most heavy hand。 SOOTHSAYER。 The fingers of the
pow'rs above do tune The harmony of this peace。 The vision Which I
made known to Lucius ere the stroke Of yet this scarce…cold battle； at this
instant Is full accomplish'd； for the Roman eagle； From south to west on
wing soaring aloft； Lessen'd herself and in the beams o' th' sun So vanish'd；
which foreshow'd our princely eagle； Th'imperial Caesar； should again
unite His favour with the radiant Cymbeline； Which shines here in the
west。 CYMBELINE。 Laud we the gods； And let our crooked smokes
climb to their nostrils From our bless'd altars。 Publish we this peace To all
our subjects。 Set we forward； let A Roman and a British ensign wave
Friendly together。 So through Lud's Town march； And in the temple of
great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify； seal it with feasts。 Set on there！ Never
was a war did cease； Ere bloody hands were wash'd； with such a peace。
Exeunt
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