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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, Being Leo-natus, doth import so 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 constant wife : who, even now, Answering the letter of the oracle, Unknown to you, unsought, were clipped about With this most tender air.
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.
And to the Roman empire; promising
Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune
Сут. Laud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils From our blessed 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 washed, with such a peace.