Sleeps in the general body unapprized,
Wait but a word from those about you now
To hail you Prince of Poland, Segismund.

SEG.
All this is so?

CLO.
As sure as anything
Is, or can be.

SEG.
You swear it on the faith
You taught me--elsewhere?--

CLO (kissing the hilt of his sword).
Swear it upon this Symbol,
and champion of the holy faith
I wear it to defend.

SEG (to himself).
My eyes have not deceived me, nor my ears,
With this transfiguration, nor the strain
Of royal welcome that arose and blew,
Breathed from no lying lips, along with it.
For here Clotaldo comes, his own old self,
Who, if not Lie and phantom with the rest--
(Aloud)
Well, then, all this is thus.
For have not these fine people told me so,