A sea-port in Sicilia.
Enter CLEOMENES and DION
The climate’s delicate, the air most sweet,
Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.
I shall report,
5For 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!
10But 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.
If the event o’ the journey
15Prove 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.
Turn all to the best! These proclamations,
20So forcing faults upon Hermione,
I little like.