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Exit CALIBAN Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing ad singing; FERDINAND following ARIEL’S SONG Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands; Curtsied when you have and kissed, The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there, And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark! [Burden dispersedly: Bow-wow.] The watch dogs bark.

[Burden dispersedly: Bow-wow.] Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. FERDINAND Where should this music be? I’ th’ air or th’ earth? It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the King my father’s wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air; thence I have follow’d it, Or it hath drawn me rather. But ‘tis gone.

No, it begins again. ARIEL’S SONG Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: [Burden: Ding-dong.] Hark! now I hear them-Ding-dong bell.

FERDINAND The ditty does remember my drown’d father. This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes. I hear it now above me. PROSPERO The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.

MIRANDA What is’t? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form. But ‘tis a spirit.

PROSPERO No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck; and but he’s something stain’d With grief, that’s beauty’s canker, thou mightst call him A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find ‘em.

MIRANDA I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.

PROSPERO

[Aside]

It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I’ll free thee Within two days for this.

FERDINAND Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my pray’r May know if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction


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