Cleo. 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!