2. SCENE II. Another part of the island
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 sometimes voices,
That, if I then had wak'd 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 wak'd,
I cried to dream again.
This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I
shall have my music for nothing.
When Prospero is destroyed.
That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
The sound is going away: let's follow it, and
after do our work.
Lead, monster: we'll follow.--I would I could see
this taborer! he lays it on. Wilt come?
I'll follow, Stephano.