Cal. Be not afeard: the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. 148
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches 153
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd,
I cried to dream again.
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me
where I shall have my music for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.
Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember
the story. 160
Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow
it, and after do our work.
Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.—I would I
could see this taborer! he lays it on. Wilt come?
Trin. I'll follow, Stephano. Exeunt.
Scene Three
[Another Part of the Island]
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others.
Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;
My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed,
Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your patience,
I needs must rest me.
147 noises: sweet sounds
1 By'r lakin: diminutive of 'by our Lady'
3 forth-rights: straight paths
meanders: winding paths
