APPENDIX B. The Tempest (excerpts), by William Shakespeare
Act 1, Scene 2
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Enter Ferdinand [,] and ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing.
ARIEL [Sings].
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Curtsied when you have and kissed
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there,
And sweet sprites bear
The burden.
(burden dispersedly)
SPIRITS
Hark, hark! Bow-wow,
The watch-dogs bark, bow-wow.
ARIEL
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 followed it
(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,
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
SPIRITS
Ding-dong
ARIEL
Hark! now I hear them.
SPIRITS
Ding-dong, bell.
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Act 4, Scene 1
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PROSPERO
You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And -- like the baseless fabric of this vision –
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vexed;
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.
Be not disturbed with my infirmity,
If you be pleased, retire into my cell
And there repose. A turn or two I'll walk
To still my beating mind.
FERDINAND MIRANDA
We wish your peace. Exeunt
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