| ACT III SCENE I | A sea-port in Sicilia. | |
| | 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, | 5 |
| | 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! | 10 |
| CLEOMENES | 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. | |
| DION | If the event o' the journey | 15 |
| | 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 | |
| | Turn all to the best! These proclamations, | 20 |
| | 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, | 25 |
| | 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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