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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
Songs and Their Settings
Ariel’s Songs
By William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
From ‘The Tempest

Ariel enters, invisible, playing and singing; Prince Ferdinand following him

Ariel sings
    COME unto these yellow sands,
      And then take hands:
    Court’sied when you have, and kiss’d
      The wild waves whist,
    Foot it featly here and there;        5
    And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
              Hark, hark!
                    Burden—Bow, wow  [dispersedly].
      The watch-dogs bark:
                    Burden—Bow, wow.        10
      Hark, hark! I hear
    The strain of strutting chanticlere
      Cry Cock-a-doodle-doo.
  Ferdinand—Where should this music be? i’ th’ air, or th’ earth?—
It sounds no more;—and sure, it waits upon        15
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 followed it,        20
Or it hath drawn me rather;—but ’tis gone.—
No, it begins again.
Ariel sings
    Full fathom five thy father lies;
      Of his bones are coral made;
    Those are pearls that were his eyes:        25
      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.        30
    Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.
  Ferdinand—The ditty does remember my drowned father.—
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes—I hear it now above me.
Ariel, singing, helps to attire Prospero
    Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
    In a cowslip’s bell I lie:
    There I couch. When owls do cry,
    On the bat’s back I do fly,
    After summer, merrily:
    Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,        40
    Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
  Prospero—Why, that’s my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;
But yet thou shalt have freedom;—so, so, so.—
To the king’s ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep        45
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place,
And presently, I pr’ythee.
  Ariel—I drink the air before me, and return
Or e’er your pulse twice beat.  [Exit Ariel.]        50

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