Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ariell Sea‑Nimphs hourly ring his knell.
Ariell Burthen:
Ariell ding dong.
Ariell Harke now I heare them, ding‑dong bell.
Fer. Fer.
Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father,
Fer. This is no mortall busines, nor no sound
Fer. That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance,
Pro. And say what thou see'st yond.
Mira. Mira.
Mira. What is't a Spirit?
Mira. Lord, how it lookes about: Beleeue me sir,
Mira. It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a spirit.
Pro. No wench, it eats, and sleeps, & hath such senses
Pro. As we haue: such. This Gallant which thou seest
Pro. Was in the wracke: and but hee's something stain'd
Pro. With greefe (that's beauties canker) yͧ thou might'st call him