The Winter's Tale

All Rights Reserved ©

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, 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!

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 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, 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, Shall the contents discover, something rare Even then will rush to knowledge. Go: fresh horses! And gracious be the issue!

Exeunt

Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.