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- ACT ONE THE TEMPEST ?CHNH TWO
Ferdinand. Where should this music be ? i' th' air or th' earth ?
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 wreck.
This music crept by me upon the waters.
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.
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