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54  Cal. 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 sometime 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.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me

where I shall have my music for nothing.

Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.

Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember

the story.

Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow

it, and after do our work.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.—I would I

could see this taborer! he lays it on. Wilt come?

Trin. I'll follow, Stephano.

Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;

My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed,

Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your patience,

I needs must rest me.

 147 noises: sweet sounds  1 By'r lakin: diminutive of 'by our Lady'

3 forth-rights: straight paths

meanders: winding paths

