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, 5 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, 10 Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense, That I was nothing. 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 15 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.

LINENOTES:

Act III. Scene I.] Act II. Scene IV. Theobald conj.

A sea-port....] Edd. A part of Sicily near the seaside. Theobald. The same. A street in some town. Capell.

Enter C. and D.] Enter C., D., and an Attendant. S. Walker conj.

[2] isle] soil Hanmer (Warburton conj.).

[3] I shall report,] It shames report. Warburton.

[4] For most] Foremost Warburton.

it] they Hanmer.

[14] time ... use] use ... time Hanmer (Warburton).