Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. To pay our wonted Tribute, from the which
Cym. We were disswaded by our wicked Queene,
Cym. Whom heauens in Iustice both on her, and hers,
Cym. Haue laid most heauy hand.
Sooth. Sooth.
Sooth. The fingers of the Powres aboue, do tune
Sooth. The harmony of this Peace: the Vision
Sooth. Which I made knowne to Lucius ere the stroke
Sooth. Of yet this scarse‑cold‑Battaile, at this instant
Sooth. Is full accomplish'd. For the Romaine Eagle
Sooth. From South to West, on wing soaring aloft
Sooth. Lessen'd her selfe, and in the Beames o'th'Sun
Sooth. So vanish'd; which fore‑shew'd our Princely Eagle
Sooth. Th'Imperiall Cæsar, should againe vnite
Sooth. His Fauour, with the Radiant Cymbeline,
Sooth. Which shines heere in the West.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Laud we the Gods,
Cym. And let our crooked Smoakes climbe to their Nostrils
Cym. From our blest Altars. Publish we this Peace