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- ACT
THREE
THE
TEMPEST
SCENE
TWO
Stephana. No, monster, not I.
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.
Stephana. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I
shall have my music for nothing.
Caliban. When Prospero is destroyed.
Stephana. That shall be by and by : I remember the story.
Trincula. The sound is going away; let's follow it, and afterdo our work.
Stephana. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see
this taborer ; he lays it on.
Trincula. Wilt come ? I '11 follow, Stephano. [Exeunt.
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