To shake thy truth,

No more shall fiends combine:

Now gently move,

To meet that love,

That truth which equals thine.

[While sympathy is playing, Zoreb rises
dually from the tomb.

ZORE B.

AIR.

'What angel's voice, what sweet enchanting breath 'Calls hapless Zoreb from the bed of death?

'In terror's gloom,
Night's awful womb,
My soul imprison'd lav,
But now I wike to day,

Too weak my power's to bear this flood of light,

For all elyzium open's to my sight.'

[Looks rapturou ly on Zaida.

ZAIDA.

O Zoreb!—O my lord!—My bosom guest !
Transport is mute! My eyes must speak the rest.

ZORE B.

And do I wake to bliss, as well as life!
'Tis more than bliss! —'tis Zaida-'tis my wife.

KALIEL.

In fate's mysterious web his knot was wove: Thus heaven rewards your constancy and love. [Joins their bands.

DULTS.

DUETT.

ZORE B, ZAID A.

No power conld divide us, no terror dismay;
No treasures could bribe us, no falshood betray:
No demons could tempt us, no pleasure could move;
No magic could bind us, but the magic of love.
ZORE B.

The spell round my heart was the image of you;
Then how could I fail to be constant and true?

ZAIDA.

The spell round my heart was the image of you;
Then how could I fail to be constant and true?

Each fiend of the bosom destroy !
For virtue and mirth

To blessing give birth,

Which Zoreb and Zaida enjoy.

CHORUS.

How happy the hour,
When passion and pow'r
No longer united, no longer oppress:
When beauty and youth

With love and with truth!

For ever united, for ever shall bless.

A dance of Shepherds, Shepherdesses etc. etc.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

CYMBELINE, King of Bri- |
tain. Mr Davies.
Cloten, Son to the Queen by a
former Husband, Mr King.
Leonatus Posthumas, a Gen-
tleman in Love with the

lachimo, Friend to Philario.
Mr Holland.
Ciaius Lucius. Ambassador
from Rome. Mr Bransby.
Psanio, Servant to Posthu-
mus. Mr Packer.

Princess, and privately mar-A French Gentleman, Friend

ried to her. Mr Garrick. Guiderius, Arviraus, Disguised under the Names of Polidore and Cadwal, supposed Sons to Bellarius. Mr Obrian. Mr Palmer. Bellarius a banish'd Lord dis

guis'd under the Name of Morgan. Mr Havard. Philario, an Italian, Friend to Posthumas, Mr Kennedy.

to Philario. Mr Scrase. Cornelius, a doctor, Servant to the Queen. Mr Burton. Two Gentlemen. Mr Ackman, Mr Fox.

Queen, wife to Cymbeline.
Mrs Bennet.

Imogen, Daughter to Cym-
beline by a former Queen.
Miss Bride.

Helen Woman to Imogen.
Miss Hippesley.

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Captains,
Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.

YOU do not mean a man but frowns. Our Looks

YOU

No more obey the hearts than our courtiers;

But seem, as does the king's.

Gent But what's the matter?

Pis. Are you so ficsh a suanger to ask that

His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom (whom
He propos'd to his wife's sole son, a widow
That late he married) hath referi'd himself

Unto a poor, but worthy gentleman. She's wedded.
Her husband banish'd. She imprison'd, all

Is outward sorrow, though I think the king
Be touch'd at very heart.

Gent. None but the king?

Pis. There is not a courtier,

Although they wear their faces to the bent
Of the king's looks, hath a heart, that is not
Glad at the thing he scoul at.

Gent. And why so?

Pis. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a thing
Too bad, for bad report: and he that hath her,
(I mean that marry'd her,) is a creature, such
As to seek through the regions of the earth
For one, his like; there would be something failing
In him that should compare

Gent. His name and birth?

Pis. That I can well inform you, having liv'd A faithful servant in the family.

His father was Sicilius, who serv'd

Against the Romans, with Cassibelan,

And gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus.

He had, besides this gentleman in question,

Two other sons, who in the wars o' th' time

Dy'd with their swords in hand. For which their father,
Then old, and fond of issue, took such sorrow
That he quit being, and this gentle lady
Big of this gentleman, our theam, deceas'd,
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe
To his protection, calls him Posthumus:
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber,
Puts to him all the learnings that his time
Could make him the receiver of, which he took
As we do air, fast as 'twas ministered,

His spring became Harvest; he liv'd in court,
Which rare it is to do, most prais'd, most lov'd,
A sample to the younges:; to th' more mature,
A glass that featur'd them; and to the graver,
A child that guided dotards.

Gent. I honour him, even out of your report,
VOL. II.

K

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