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“If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me?”
“Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have’s mine own.”
ACT I
SCENE I. On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
Enter a Master and a Boatswain
“This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine”
“How came we ashore?” “By providence divine.”
How beautiful!
I love the sea and sky after a storm
“How came we ashore?” “By providence divine.”
How beautiful!
“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.”
O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Dash’d all to pieces.
“Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air.”
“Now I will believe That there are unicorns, that in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix’ throne, one phoenix at this hour reigning there!”
Chorus of the Muses
Ariel Divided
The Dance of the Muses
“Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done! But I would fain die a dry death.”
Sofa
Ulula cum lupus cum quibus esse cupis