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Express impatience, lest you stir np mine. have not seen him so pictured: you must either Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline. be directed by some that take upon them to
Ascends. know; or take upon yourself that, which I am Sici. He came in thunder ; his celestial breath sure you do not know; or jump the after-inquiry Was sulphurous to smell : the holy eagle on your own peril: and how you shall speed in Stoop'd, as to foot us: his ascension is
your journey's end, I thiuk you'll never retorn More sweet than our bless'd fields; his royal bird to tell one. Prunes the immortal wing, and cloys his beak, Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want As when his god is pleas'd.
eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such All
Thanks, Jupiter! as wink, and will not use them. Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a His radiant roof :-Away! and, to be blest, man should have the best use of eyes, to see the Let us with care perform his great behest. way of blindness! I am sure, hanging's the way
[Ghosts vanish. of winking. Post. (Waking.) Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot
Enter a Messenger. A father to me and thou hast created
Mess. Knock off his manacles; bring your A mother and two brothers : But ( scorn!) prisoner to the king. Gune! they went hence so soon as they were Post. Thou bringest good news ;-) am called born.
to be made free. And so I am awake.-Poor wretches that depend Gaol. I'll be hanged then. On greatness' favour, dream as I have done; Post. Thou shall be then freer than a gaoler; Wake, and find nothing:-But, alas, I swerve: no bolts for the dead. Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
(Ereunt Posthumus and Messenger. And yet are steep'd in favours ; so am I
Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, That' have this golden chance, and know not and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so why.
prone. Yet, on my conscience, there are verier What fairies haunt this ground ? A book? 0, knaves desire to live, for alt he be a Ronan : rare one!
and there be some of them too, that die against Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment their wills; so should I, if I were one. I woald Nobler than that it covers : let thy effects we were all of one mind, and one mind good; So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, 0, there were desolation of gaolers, and gale As good as promise.
lowses ! I speak against my present profit; but
(Eseur (Reads.) When as a lion's whelp shall, to him. my wish hath a preferment in't. self unknown, without seeking find, and be em SCENE V. Cymbeline's Tent. braced by a piece of tender air : and when Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arvira. from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years shall after re
gus, Pisanio, Lords, Officers, and Attendants vive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods grou; then shall Posthumus end 'his miseries, have made Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and Preservers of my throne. Wo is my heart, plenty.
That the poor soldier, that so richly songht, T'is still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked Tongue, and brain not: either both, or nothing Stepp'd before targe of proof, cannot be found : Or senseless speaking, or speaking such As sense cannot untie. Be what it is,
He shall be happy that can find him, if The action of my life is like it, which
Our grace can make him so.
Bel. I'll keep, if but for sympathy.
I never saw
Such noble fury in so poor a thing;
Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nough Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death ?
But beggary and poor looks. Post. Over-roasted, rather : ready long ago.
No tidings of him! Goal. Hanging is the word, sir; it you be ready Pis. He hath been search'd among the dead for that, you are well cooked.
and living, Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the specta. But no trace of him. tors, the dish pays the shot.
To my grief, I am Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir : But the The heir of his reward ; which I will add comfort is, you shall be called to no more pay. To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, ments, fear no more tavern bills; which are
(To Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of By whom,
1 grant, she lives ; 'Tis now the line mirth : you come in faint for want of meat,
de To ask of 'whence you are :-report it.
Bel. part reeling with too much drink; sorry that you
Sir, have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen : too much; purse and brain both empty; the Further to boast, were neither true nor modes, brain the heavier for being too light, the purse Unless I add, we are honest. too light, being drawn of heaviness; 01 of this.Cym.
Bow your knees: contradiction you shall now be qnit - the Arise, my knights o' the battle : I create you charity of a penny cord ! it sums np thousands Companions to our person, and will fit you in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor With dignities becoming your estates but it; of what's past, is, and to come the dis
Enter Cornelius and Ladies charge :-Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and coun. There's business in these faces.- Why so sadly ters: so the acquittance follows. Posl. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. And not o' the court of Britain.
Greet you our victory ? you look like Romses, Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the Cor. tooth-ach: But a man that were to sleep your To sour your happiness, I must report
Hail, great ting sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, The queen is dead. he would change places with his officer: for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall would this report become? But I consider,
Сут. Whom worse than a physicias go. Post. Yes, indeed, do 1, fellow.
Bv medicine life might be prolong'd, yet death Gaol. Your death has eyes in's head then ; 1] Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life;
Will seize the doctor too.-How ended she?
Which, being cruel to the world, concluded And art mine own. I know not why, nor Most cruel to herself. What she confessid,
wherefore, I will report, so please you; These her women to say, live, boy: ne'er thank thy master; live Can trip me, if I err: who, with wet cheeks, And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, Were present when she finish'd.
Fitting my bounty, and thy state, I'll give it ;
Pr'ythee, say. Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner,
I humbly thank your highness Affected greatness got by you, not you : Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; Married your royalty, was wife to your place; And yel, I know, thou wili. Abhorr'd your person.
No, no; alack, Сут. .
She alone knew this : There's other work in hand : I see a thing And but she spoke it dying, I would not Bitter to me as death : your lise, good master, Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed. Must shuffle for itselt. Cor. Your daughier whom she bore in hand to Luc.
The boy disdains me, love
He leaves me, scorns me : Briefly die their joys, With such integrity, she did confess
That place them on the truth of girls and boys? Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life, Why stands he so perplex'd ? But that her flight prevented it, she had
What would'st thon, boy? Ta'en off by poison.
I love thee more and more; think more and more O most delicate fiend ! What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st Who is 't can read a woman ?-Is there more ? on ? speak, Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, Wilt have him live ? Is he thy kin? thy friend ? she had
Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me, For you a mortal mineral : which, being took, Than I to your highness; who, being born your Should by the minute feed on life, and, ling'ring, vassal, By inches waste you: In which time she pur. Am something nearer. pos'd,
Wherefore ey'st him so 1 By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please O'ercone you with her show: yes, and in time to give me hearing. (When she had fitted yon with her craft,) to work Cym.
Ay, with all my heart, Her son into the adoption of the crown. And lend my best attention. What's thy name 7 But failing of her end by his strange absence, Imo. Fidele, sir. Grew shaineless desperate ; open'din despite Сут. Thou art my good youth, my page, Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented I'll be thy master: Walk with me; speak freely The evils she hatch'd, were not effected : so,
(Cymbeline and Imogen conrerse apart. Despairing, died.
Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death?
One sand another
Mine eyes who died, and was Fidele :- What think you 1 Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Gui. The same dead thing alive. Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, Bel. Peace, peace ! see further; he eyes us not; That thought her like her seeming; it had been forbear; vicious,
Creatures may be alike : were 't he, I am sure To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter ! He would have spoke to us. That it was folly in me, thou may'st say,
But we saw him dead. And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all i Bel. Be silent; let's see further.
It is my mistress : Erter Lucius Iachimo, the Soothsayer, and other since she is living, let the time run on,
(Aside. Roman Prisoners,guarded; Posthumus behind, To good, or bad. and Imogen.
(Cym. and Imo. comes forward. Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute ; that
Come, stand thou by our side; The Britons have raz'd out, though with the loss Make thy demand aloud.-Sir, (To Iach.) step or many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made you forth; suit,
Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; That their good souls may be appeas'd with Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it, slaughter
Which is our honour, bitter torture shall Of you their captives, which ourself have granted; Win now the truth from falsehood.-On, speak So, think of your estate.
to him. Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may Was yours by accident ; had it gone with us,
render We should not, when the blood was cool, have of whom he had this ring. threaten'd
What's that to him ? (Aside Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives How came it yours? May be call'd ransome, let it come: sufficeth, Tach Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer: Which, lo be spoke, would torture thee. Augustus lives to think on 't: And so much Cym.
How ! me For my peculiar care. This one thing only Iach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that I will entreat ; My boy, a Briton born,
which Let hiin be ransom'd: never master had Torments me to conceal. By villany A page so kind, so duteous, diligent,
I got this ring: 'was Leonains' jewel : So tender over his occasions, true,
Whom thou didst banish ; and (which more mny So feat, so nurselike: let his virtue Join
grieve thee, With my request, which I'll make bold, your As it doth me,) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd highness
"T'wixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harcı, Though he have serv'd a Roman : save him, sir, Cym. All that belongs to this. And spare no blood beside.
That paragon, thy danghter Cym.
I have surely seen him : For whom my heart drops blood, and my falso His favonr is familiar to me.
spirits Boy, thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, Quail to remember,-Give me leave: 1 faint.
my lord ?
Cymo my daughter! what of her ? Renew thy Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, let strength:
The dogs o' the street to bay me : every villain I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus; and Than die ere I hear more : strive man, and speak. Be villany less than 'twas! - Imogen! Iach. Upon a time (unhappy was the clock My queen, my lite, my wife! O Imogen, That struck the hour!) it was in Rome (accurs'd Imogen, Imogen! The mansion where?) 'twas at a feast, (O 'would Imo.
Peace, my lord; hear, hear Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least, Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scorzThose which I heav'd to head !) the good Posthumus,
There lie thy part. [Striking her ; she falls (What should I say ? he was too good, to be Pis.
O, gentlemen, help, help Where ill men were ; and was the best of all Mine,and your mistress :-0,my lord Posthumus! Amongst the rar'st of good ones,) sitting sudly, You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now -Help, help :Hearing us praise our loves of Italy
Mine honour'd lady! For beauty ihat made barren the swell'd boast Сут.
Does the world go round 7 Of him that best could speak : for feature, laming Post. How come these staggers on me?
Pis. The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva,
Wake, my mistress! Postures beyond brief nature ; for condition, Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean io strike me A shop of all the qualities that man
To death with mortal joy. Loves woman for besides, that hook of wiving, Pis.
How fares my mistress? Fairness which strikes the eye:
Imo. O get thee from my sight; Сут. .
I stand on fire: Thou gav'st me poison : dangerous fellow, hence! Come to the matter.
Breathe not where princes are.
The tune of Imogen! Unless thou would'st grieve quickly.--This Pos- Pís. Lady, thumus
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if (Most like a noble lord in love, and one That box I gave you was not thought by me That had a royal lover,) took his hint; A precious thing; I had it from the queen And, not dispraising whom we prais'd,' (therein Cym. New matter still ? He was as calm as virtue, he began
It poison'd me His mistress picture; which by his tongue being Cor.
O gods! made,
I left out one thing which the queen confessid, And then a mind put in't, either our brags Which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description Have, said she, given his mistress that confection Prov'd us unspeaking sots.
Which I gave him for a cordial, she is serv'd Cym.
Nay, nay, to the purpose. As I would serve a rat. Iach. Your daughter's chastity--there it begins. Cym.
What's this, Cornelius? He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams,
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importund me And she alone were cold: Whereat, I, wretch! To temper poisons for her; still pretending Made scruple of his praise ; and wager'd with The satisfaction of her knowledge, only him
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore
Of no esteem : I, dreading that her purpose Upon his honour'd finger, to attain
Was of more danger, did compound for her In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease By hers and mine adultery : he, true knight,
The present power of life; but, in short time, No lesser of her honour confident
All offices of nature should again Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring;
Do their dne functions.-Have you ta'en of it? And would so, had it been a carbuncle
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead. Of Phoebus' wheel; and might so safely, had it
My boys, Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain There was our error. Post 1 in this design: Well may you, sir,
Fidele Remember me at court, where I was taught Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady of your chaste daughter the wide difference
from you ? "Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus Think, that yon are upon a rock; and now quench'd
Throw me again.
Post. of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain
Hang there, like fruit, my soni, 'Gan in your duller Britain operate
Till the tree die! Most vilely ; for my vantage excellent ;
How now, my flesh, my child 7 And, to be brief, my practice so prevail'd,
What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ? That I return'd with similar proof enough
Wilt thou not speak to me? To make the noble Leonatus mad,
Imo. Your blessing, sir. [Kneeling By wounding his belief in her renown
Bel. Though you did love this youth, I hiasse With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes
ye not ; Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet, You had a motive for 't. (To Goi. and Art. (0, cunning, how I got it!) nay, some marks Cym.
My tears that fall, Of 'secret on her person, that he could not
Prove holy water on thee I Imogen, But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd,
Thy mother's dead. I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon,
I am sorry for t, my lord Methinks, I see him now,
Cym. O, she was naught; and long of her it was, Post. Ay, so thou dost, [Coming forward. That we meet here so strangely: But her sos Italian fiend I-Ah me, most credulous fool,
Is gone, we know not how, nor where. Egregious murderer, thief, any thing,
My londe That's due to all the villains past, in being,
Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord To come! --O give me cord, or knife, or poison, Upon my lady's missing, came to me
With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth,
It was my instant death : By accident, That caus'd a lesser villain than myself,
I had a féigned letter of my master's A sacrilegious thief, to do't the temple Then in my pocket; which directed him of virtue was she; yea, and she herself.
To seek her on the mountains near to Milford;
This is sure,
Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Having receiv'd the punishment before,
Unto my end of stealing them. But,gracious sir,
Let me end the story : Here are your sons again; and I must lose I slew him there.
Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :Сут.
Marry, the gods forefend ! The benediction of these covering heavens I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Fall on their heads like dew ! for they are worthy Pluck a hard sentence: pr’ythee, valiant you, To inlay heaven with stars. Deny 't again
Thou weep'st and speak'st. Gui.
I have spoke it, and I did it. The service, that you three bave done, is more Cym. He was a prince.
Unlike than this thou tell'st : I lost my children; Gui. A most uncivil one: 'The wrongs he did me It these be they, I know not how to wish Were nothing princelike; for he did provoke me A pair of worthier sons. With language that would make me spurn the sea
Be pleas'd awhile. If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; This gentleman whom I call Polydore, And an right glad he is not standing here Most worthy prince, as yours, is irue Guiderius; To tell this tale of mine.
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus, Сут.
I am sorry for thee: Your younger princely son: he, sir, was lapp'd By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and in a most curious mantle, wrought by the land must
of his queen mother, whích for inore probation, Endure our law : Thou art dead.
I can with ease produce.
Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star : Cym.
Bind the offender, It was a mark of wonder. And take him from our presence.
This is he: Bel.
Stay, sir king : Who hath upon him still that natural stamp This man is better than the man he slew, It was wise nature's end in the donation, As well descended as thyself'; and hath
To be his evidence now. More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens Cym.
O, what am I Had ever scar for.-Let his arms alone; A mother to the birth of three ? Ne'er mother They were not born for bondage. [1o the Guard. Rejoic'd deliverance more :-Bless'd may you be, Сут.
Why, old soldier, That after this strange starting from your orbe, mieli Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, You may reign in them now !- Imogen,
By tasting of our wrath ? How of descent Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
No, my lord; Tel Aro.
In that he spake too far. I have got two worlds by'l-O my gentle bro4 Cym. And thou shalt die for 'l.
We will die all three : Have we thus met ? O never say hereafter, But I will prove, that two of us are as good But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, As I have given ont him.--My sons, I must,
When I was but your sister; I you brothers, For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, When you were so indeed. Though, haply, well for you.
Did you e'er meet ? Ary.
Your danger is Arv. Ay, my good lord. Ours.
And at first meeting lov'd; Gui. And our good his.
Continued so, until we thought he died.
Have at it then. Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. By leave; -Thou hadst, great king,a subject, who Cym.
O rare instinct ! Was call'a Belarius.
When shall I hear all through ? This fierce Cym. What of him ? he is
abridgment A banish'd traitor.
Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
Distinction should be rich in. - Where, how Assum'd this age : indeed, a banish'd man;
liv'd you? I know not how, a traitor.
And when came you to serve our Roman captive? Сут.
Take him hence; How parted with your brothers ? how first mes The whole world shall not save him.
Not too hot; Why fled you from the court ? and whither? First pay me for the nursing of thy sons !
These, And let it be confiscate all, so soon
And your three motives to the battle, with As I have receiv'd it.
I know not how much more should be demanded; Cyr.
Nursing of my sons ! And all the other by-dependancies, Bel. I am too blunt and sancy: Here's my knee; From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons;
place, Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, Will serve our long interrogatories. See, These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; And think they are my sons, are none of mine ; And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye They are the issue of your loins, my liege, On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting And blood of your begetting.
Each object with a joy ; the connterchange Сут.
How ! my issue ? Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, Bel. So sure as you your father's. 1,old Morgan, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.Am that Belarins whom you sometime banish'dThou art my brother; So we'll hold thee ever. Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punish
(To Belarins. ment
Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, Itself, and all my treason ; that I suffer'd, To sce this gracious season. Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes Cym.
All o'erjoy'd, (For such, and so they are) these twenty years Save these in bonds ; let them be joyful too, Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I For they shall taste our comfort. Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as
My good master, Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, I will yet do you service. Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Luc.
Happy be you! Upon my banishment : 1 mov'd ber to 't; Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought,
He would have well becom'd this place, and Cym.
(grac'd My peace we will begin And, Caias Lucias, Post.
I am, sir,
Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, The soldier that did accompany these three And to the Roman empire : promising In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for To pay our wonted tribute, from the which The purpose 1 then follow'd ;-That I was he, We were dissuaded by our wicked queen; Speak, lachimo; I had you down, and might Whom heavens, in justice (both on her and hers.) Have made you finish.
Have laid most heavy hand. Iach
I am down again: [Kneeling. Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tuno But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, The harmony of this peace. The vision As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroka you,
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant Which I so often owe: but, your ring first; Is full accomplish'd : For the Roman eagle, And here the bracelet of the truest princess,
From south to west on wing soaring aloft, That ever swore her faith.
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the son Post.
Kneel not to me : So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely The power that I have on you, is to spare you ; eagle, The malice towards you, to forgive you : Live, The imperial Cæsar, should again unite And deal with others better.
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Сут.
Nobly doom'd: Which shines here in the west. We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law ; Сут.
Land we the gods; Pardon's the word to all.
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Aru.
You holp us, sir, From our bless'd altars: Publish we this peace As you did mean indeed to be our brother ; To all our subjects. Set we forward: Let Joy'd are we, that you are.
A Roma and a British ensign wave Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord Friendly together : so through Lad's town of Rome,
march: Call forth your soothsayer : As I slept, methought, And in the temple of great Jupiter Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back,
Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows Set on there :-Never was a war did cease, of mine own kindred; when I wak'd, I found Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace This label on my bosom; whose containing
(Eseunt Is so from sense in hardness, that I can Make no collection of it: let him show
supposed to be dead.
BY MR. WILLIAM COLLINS. Sooth. (Reads. ] When as a lion's whelp shall, To fair Fidele's grassy tomb, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, And rifle all the breathing spring which, being dead many years shall after revive: No wailing ghost shall dare appear be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow;
To ver with shrieks this quiet grode; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.
But shepherd lads assemble here, Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
And melting virgins own their love The fit and apt construction of thy name, No wither'd witch shall here be seen, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much :
No goblins lead their nightly crew : The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, The female fays shall haunt the green,
[To Cymbeline. And dress thy grade with pearly den Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer
The redbreast oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
To deck the ground where thou art laid Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about
When howling winds, and beating rain, With this most tender air. Сут. This bath some seeming.
In tempests shake the sylvan ceil; Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
Or midst the chase on every plain, Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point
The tender thought on thee shall drell Tny two sons forth : who, by Belarius stolen, Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, For thee the tear be duly shed; To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue
Belov'd till life could charm no more; Promises Britain peace and plenty.
And mourn'd till pity's self be dead