Oh heaven, oh earth, bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded to me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

MIRANDA.

I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.

C

ACT III. SCENE II.

CALIBAN,

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 waked after long sleep,

Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming,
The clouds, methought, would open and shew riches
Ready to drop upon me; that when I waked,
I cried to dream again.