Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
But what your jealousies awake, I tell you
'Tis rigour and not law. Your honours all,
I do refer me to the oracle:
Apollo be my judge!
First Lord. This your [request]
Is altogether just: therefore bring forth,
And in Apollo's name, his oracle. [[Exeunt] certain Officers.
Her. The Emperor of Russia was my father:
O that he were alive, and here beholding