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THE TEMPEST
Prospero.
And made a vassal of him. So, slave; hence!
[Exit Caliban.
[Exit Caliban.
Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; Ferdinand following.
Ariel’s song.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have and kiss’d
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have and kiss’d
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Burthen.
[Dispersedly]. Hark, hark!
The watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow.
The watch-dogs bark:
The watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow.
[Dispersedly]. Hark, hark!
The watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow.
The watch-dogs bark:
The watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow.
Ariel.
Hark, hark ! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
Hark, hark ! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
Ferdinand.
Where should this music be? i’ the air or the earth?
It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon
Some god o’ the 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.
It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon
Some god o’ the 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.
