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SCENE I

A sea-port in Sicilia.
Enter CLEOMENES and DION.

Cleo.
The climate's delicate, the air most sweet,

Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing

The common praise it bears.

Dion.
I shall report,

For most it caught me, the celestial habits,

Methinks I so should term them, and the reverence

Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice!

How ceremonious, solemn and unearthly

It was i' the offering

Cleo.
But of all, the burst

And the ear-deafening voice o' the oracle,

Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense,

That I was nothing. (11)

Dion.
If the event o' the journey

Prove as successful to the queen,--O be't so!--

As it hath been to us rare, pleasant, speedy,

The time is worth the use on't.

Cleo.
Great Apollo

Turn all to the best! These proclamations,

So forcing faults upon Hermione,

I little like.

Dion.
The violent carriage of it

Will clear or end the business: when the oracle,

Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up, (20)

Shall the contents discover, something rare

Even then will rush to knowledge. Go: fresh horses!

And gracious be the issue! [Exeunt.

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