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His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Which shines here in the west.

Cynt. 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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Act II. Scene III.

Aar. Hark, Tamora,the empress of ray soul, Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee,This is the day of doom for Bassianus;

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WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

ACCURATELY PRINTED

FROM THE TEXT OP

MR. STEEVENS'S LAST EDITION.

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