Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
You holp us Sir, As you did mean indeed to be our Brother, Joyed are we, that you are. Your Servant Princes. Good my Lord of Rome Call forth your Soothsayer: As I slept, me thought Great Iupiter upon his Eagle backed Appeared to me, with other sprightly shows Of mine own Kindred. When I waked, I found This Label on my bosom; whose containing Is so from sense in hardness, that I can Make no Collection of it. Let him show His skill in the construction. Philarmonus. here, my good Lord. Read, and declare the meaning. WHen as a Lion's whelp, shall to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a 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 Leonatus, doth import so much: The piece of tender Air, thy virtuous Daughter, 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. This hath some seeming. 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. Well, My Peace we will begin: And Caius Lucius, Although the Victor, we submit to Caesar, And to the Roman Empire; promising To pay our wont Tribute, from the which We were dissuaded by our wicked Queen, Whom heavens in justice both on her, and hers, Have laid most heavy hand. The fingers of the Powers above, do tune The harmony of this Peace: the Vision Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke Of yet this scarse-cold-Battaile, at this instant Is full accomplished. For the Roman Eagle From South to West, on wing soaring aloft Lessened herself, and in the Beams o' th' Sun So vanished; which foreshowed our Princely Eagle Th' Imperial Caesar, should again unite His Favour, with the Radiant Cymbeline, Which shines here in the West. 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 Luds-Towne march, And in the Temple of great Iupiter 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.
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You holpe vs Sir, As you did meane indeed to be our Brother, Ioy'd are we, that you are. Your Seruant Princes▪ Good my Lord of Rome Call forth your Sooth-ſayer: As I ſlept, me thought Great Iupiter vpon his Eagle back'd Appear'd to me, with other ſprightly ſhewes Of mine owne Kindred. When I wak'd, I found This Labell on my boſome; whoſe containing Is ſo from ſenſe in hardneſſe, that I can Make no Collection of it. Let him ſhew His skill in the conſtruction. Philarmonus. Heere, my good Lord. Read, and declare the meaning. WHen as a Lyons whelpe, ſhall to himſelfe vnknown, without ſeeking finde, and bee embrac'd by a peece of tender Ayre: And when from a ſtately Cedar ſhall be lopt branches, which being dead many yeares, ſhall after reuiue, bee ioynted to the old Stocke, and freſhly grow, then ſhall Poſthumus end his miſeries, Britaine be fortunate, and flouriſh in Peace and Plentie. Thou Leonatus art the Lyons Whelpe, The fit and apt Conſtruction of thy name Being Leonatus, doth import ſo much: The peece of tender Ayre, thy vertuous Daughter, Which we call Mollis Aer, and Mollis Aer We terme it Mulier; which Mulier I diuine Is this moſt conſtant Wife, who euen now Anſwering the Letter of the Oracle, Vnknowne to you vnſought, were clipt about With this moſt tender Aire. This hath ſome ſeeming. The lofty Cedar, Royall Cymbeline Perſonates thee: And thy lopt Branches, point Thy two Sonnes forth: who by Belarius ſtolne For many yeares thought dead, are now reuiu'd To the Maieſticke Cedar ioyn'd; whoſe Iſſue Promiſes Britaine, Peace and Plenty. Well, My Peace we will begin: And Caius Lucius, Although the Victor, we ſubmit to Caeſar, And to the Romane Empire; promiſing To pay our wonted Tribute, from the which We were diſſwaded by our wicked Queene, Whom heauens in Iuſtice both on her, and hers, Haue laid moſt heauy hand. The fingers of the Powres aboue, do tune The harmony of this Peace: the Viſion Which I made knowne to Lucius ere the ſtroke Of yet this ſcarſe-cold-Battaile, at this inſtant Is full accompliſh'd. For the Romaine Eagle From South to Weſt, on wing ſoaring aloft Leſſen'd her ſelfe, and in the Beames o' th' Sun So vaniſh'd; which fore-ſhew'd our Princely Eagle Th' Imperiall Caeſar, ſhould againe vnite His Fauour, with the Radiant Cymbeline, Which ſhines heere in the Weſt. Laud we the Gods, And let our crooked Smoakes climbe to their Noſtrils From our bleſt Altars. Publiſh we this Peace To all our Subiects. Set we forward: Let A Roman, and a Brittiſh Enſigne waue Friendly together: ſo through Luds-Towne march, And in the Temple of great Iupiter Our Peace wee'l ratifie: Seale it with Feaſts. Set on there: Neuer was a Warre did ceaſe (Ere bloodie hands were waſh'd) with ſuch a Peace.