- Caliban: 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.
- Ariel: [sings] 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/ 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:
- [sadly]
- Prospero: so, so, so.