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With this most tender air.

Cym. This hath fome feeming.

Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
Perfonates thee: and thy lopt branches point
Thy two fons forth who, by Belarius ftolen,
For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd,
To the majestic cedar join'd; whose iffue
Promises Britain peace and plenty.
Cym. Well,

My peace we will begin:-And, Caius Lucius,
Although the victor, we submit to Cæfar,
And to the Roman empire; promising
To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
We were diffuaded by our wicked queen;

On whom heaven's juftice (both on her and her's)
Hath lay'd most heavy hand.

Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune
The harmony of this peace.
The vifion

Which I made known to Lucius, ere the ftroke
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this inftant
Is full accomplish'd: For the Roman eagle,
From fouth to weft on wing foaring aloft,
Leffen'd herfelf, and in the beams o' the fun
So vanish'd: which fore-fhew'd our princely eagle,
The imperial Cæfar, fhould again unite
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Which fhines here in the weft.

Cym. Laud we the gods;

And let our crooked fmokes climb to their noftrils
From our bleft altars! Publish we this peace

To all our fubjects. Set we forward: Let
A Roman and a British enfign wave

Friendly together; fo through Lud's town march;
And in the temple of great Jupiter

Our peace we'll ratify; feal it with feasts.-
Set on there :---- -Never was a war did ceafe,
Ere bloody hands were wash'd with such a peace.

[Exeunt omnes,

A SONG.

1

A

SON G,

Sung by GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS over FIDELE,

Supposed to be dead.

By Mr. WILLIAM COLLINS.

I.

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb

Soft maids and village hinds fhall bring
Each op'ning fweet, of earlieft bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring.

II.

No wailing ghoft fhall dare appear
To vex with brieks this quiet grove?
But fhepherd lads affemble here,
And melting virgins own their love.

III.

No wither'd witch fhall here be feen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew:
The female fays fhall haunt the green,
And drefs thy grave with pearly dew.

IV.

The red-breaft oft at ev'ning hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary mofs and gather'd flowers,

To deck the ground where thou art laid.
V:

When howling winds and beating rain
In tempefts shake the fylvan cell;
Or midft the chafe on ev'ry plain,
The tender thought on thee fhall dwell
VI.

Each lonely fcene fhall thee reftore;
For thee the tear be duly fhed;
Belov'd till Life could charm no more;
And mourn'd till Pity's felf be dead.

THE END.

MACBETH.

A

TRAGEDY.

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CATHNESS,

FLEANCE, Son to Banquo.

SIWARD, General of the English Forces.

Young SIWARD, his Son.

SEYTON, an Officer attending on Macbeth.

Son to Macduff. An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
A Captain. A Porter. An old Man.

WOMEN.

Lady MACBETH,

Lady MACDUFF,

Gentlewomen attending on Lady Macbeth.

HECATE, and three Witches.

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Meffengers.

The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Apparitions.

SCENE, in the end of the fourth ad, lies in England; through the ret of the play, in Scotland, and chiefly at Macbeth's cafile.

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