Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ar. Hark, hark, I heare, the straine of strutting Chanticlere
Ar. cry cockadidle‑dowe.
Fer. Fer.
Fer. Where shold this Musick be? I'th aire, or th'earth?
Fer. It sounds no more: and sure it waytes vpon
Fer. Some God o'th' Iland, sitting on a banke,
Fer. Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.
Fer. This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters,
Fer. Allaying both their fury, and my passion
Fer. With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
Fer. (Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.
Fer. No, it begins againe.
Ariell Ariell
Ariell Song
Ariell Full fadom fiue thy Father lies,
Ariell Of his bones are Corrall made:
Ariell Those are pearles that were his eies,
Ariell Nothing of him that doth fade,
Ariell But doth suffer a Sea‑change
Ariell Into something rich, & strange: