Weeping again the king my father's wrack, 388
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. 392
No, it begins again.
Ari. Song.
'Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes: 396
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:' 400
Burthen: 'Ding-dong!'
'Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.'
Fer. 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.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, 405
And say what thou seest yond.
Mira. What is 't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form:—but 'tis a spirit. 408
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses
As we have, such; this gallant which thou see'st,
Was in the wrack; and, but he's something stain'd
With grief,—that's beauty's canker,—thou might'st call him 412
390 passion: suffering
402 remember: commemorate
404 owes: owns
405 advance: lift
412 canker: worm that feeds on flowers
