Page 1047 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon
Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the King my father's wrack,
This music crept by me upon the waters,

Allaying both their fury and my passion [395]
With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it,
Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.
No, it begins again.

Ariel[’s] song.

ARIEL
Full fadom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made; [400]
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 [405]
Burthen: Ding-dong.

ARIEL
Hark! now I bear them, − Ding-dong, bell.

FERDINAND
The ditty does remember my drown’d father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes: − I hear it now above me. [410]

PROSPERO
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,

And say what thou seest yond.

MIRANDA

What is ’t? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form. But ’tis a spirit.