|Ariel|| Come unto these yellow sands,|
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd
The wild waves whist.
|Alonso|| A kind|
Of excellent dumb discourse.
|Prospero|| Like one|
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.
|Prospero|| I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated|
To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
|Ariel|| Merrily, merrily shall I live now,|
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
|Prospero||Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.|
|Ariel|| Where the bee sucks, there suck I;|
In a cowslip's bell I lie.
|Prospero|| Deeper than did ever plummet sound|
I'll drown my book.