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The Winter's Tale

Act III, Scene 1

A sea-port in Sicilia.
 
[Enter CLEOMENES and DION]
 
CLEOMENES
           ,          ,     ,     .   T    T    T
      The cli|mate's del|icate,| the air most sweet,
         x            ,           ,        ,        ,
      Fertile the | isle, the | temple | much sur|passing
           ,         ,          ,
      The com|mon praise | it bears.
 
DION
                                        ,         ,
                                    I shall | report,
            ,          ,      ,     2    ,   2     ,
      For most | it caught | me, the ce|lestial | habits,
            ,        ,            ,      ,      2        ,
      (Methinks | I so | should term | them) and the | reverence
                 ,     ,       ,        ,      ,
      Of the / grave wear|ers. O,| the sac|rifice,
           ,    ,   2     ,        ,        ,      2->
      How cer|emon|ious, sol|emn, and | unearth||ly
          ,      2      ,
      It was | in the offe|ring?
 
CLEOMENES
                                  ,        ,          ,
                                 But | of all,| the burst
                 ,    ,          ,       2     ,   ,
      And the / ear-deafe|ning voice | of the or|acle,
       T   .    T     T        ,         ,          ,
      Kin to Jove's thund|er, so | surprised | my sense.
           ,         ,
      That I | was noth|ing.
 
DION
                             ,      2   ,      2      ,      ->
                            If | the event | of the journ||ey
        ,       2     ,     3  3      ,         ,       ,
      Prove | as success|ful to the queen | (O be | it so)
       ,             ,     .  T    T     T          ,
      As it | hath been | to us, rare, pleas|ant, speedy, ????
              x       ,          ,    2
      The time is | worth the | use on it.
 
CLEOMENES
                                             ,      ,
                                           Great A|pollo
            ,      2      ,            ,     ,    ,
      Turn all | to the best:| These^proc|lama|tions,
           ,         ,       ,        ,   ,
      So forc|ing faults | upon | Hermi|one,
         ,        ,
      I lit|tle like.
 
DION
                          x        ,          x
                     The vio|lent car|riage of it
             ,         ,         ,           ,         x      ->
      Will clear,| or end | the bus|iness, when | the ora||cle
         ,      2  ,         ,         ,            ,
      (Thus | by Apol|lo's great | divine | sealed^up)
        T    .   T   T        ,         ,          ,
      Shall the contents | discov|er: some|thing rare
       ,       ,           ,         ,         oo     T    T     Tx   ->
      Even | then will | rush to | knowledge.|    || Go: fresh horses,
            ,        ,        ,
      And grac|ious be | the issue.
 
[Exeunt]

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