Page 590 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Laud we the gods,
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
From our blest altars. Publish we this peace
To all our subjects. Set we forward: let

A Roman, and a British ensign wave [480]
Friendly together: so through Lud’s town march,
And in the temple of great Jupiter
Our peace we’ll ratify: seal it with feasts.

Set on there! Never was a war did cease
(Ere bloody hands were wash’d) with such a peace. [485]
[Exeunt.]