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ACT III IT
Scene I IT
Enter Cleomenes and Dion.
CLEOMENES
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 [5]
Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice!
How ceremonious, solemn and unearthly
It was i’ th’ offering!
CLEOMENES
But of all, the burst
And the ear-deaf’ning voice o’ th’ Oracle,
Kin to Jove’s thunder, so surpris’d my sense, [10]
That I was nothing.
DION
If th’ event o’ th’ 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.
CLEOMENES
Great Apollo
