1146Cleo. The Clymat's delicate, the Ayre most sweet,

1147Fertile the Isle, the Temple much surpassing

1148The common prayse it beares.

1149Dion. I shall report,

1150For most it caught me, the Celestiall Habits,

1151(Me thinkes I so should terme them) and the reuerence

1152Of the graue Wearers. O, the Sacrifice,

1153How ceremonious, solemne, and vn-earthly

1154It was i'th' Offring?

1155Cleo. But of all, the burst

1156And the eare-deaff'ning Voyce o'th' Oracle,

1157Kin to Ioues Thunder, so surpriz'd my Sence,

1158That I was nothing.

1159Dio. If th' euent o'th' Iourney

1160Proue as successefull to the Queene (O be't so)

1161As it hath beene to vs, rare, pleasant, speedie,

1162The time is worth the vse on't.

1163Cleo. Great Apollo

1164Turne all to th' best: these Proclamations,

1165So forcing faults vpon Hermione,

1166I little like.

1167Dio. The violent carriage of it

1168Will cleare, or end the Businesse, when the Oracle

1169(Thus by Apollo's great Diuine seal'd vp)

1170Shall the Contents discouer: something rare

1171Euen then will rush to knowledge. Goe: fresh Horses,

1172And gracious be the issue. Exeunt.