Act Three Scene One
(The Winter's Tale)
Enter Cleomines and Dion.
---!!! First speech of scene
The Climate's delicate, the Air most sweet,
Fertile the Isle, the Temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.
--- praise it bears.
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!
--- was i'th' Offering?
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.
--- I was nothing.
If the 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.
--- the use on't.
Turn all to th' best! These Proclamations,
So forcing faults upon Hermione,
I little like.
--- I little like.
The violent carriage of it
Will clear or end the Business: when the Oracle,
Thus by Apollo's great Divine seal'd up,
Shall the Contents discover, something rare
Even then will rush to knowledge. Go: fresh Horses!
And gracious be the issue!
>>> be the issue!