Cal. That’s not the tune.
[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.
Steph. What is this same?[428-23]
Trin. This is the tune of our catch, play’d by the picture of Nobody.[428-24]
Steph. If thou be’st a man, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou be’st a devil—take’t as thou list.[429-25]
Trin. O, forgive me my sins!
Steph. He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee.—Mercy upon us!
Cal. Art thou afeard?
Steph. No, monster, not I.
Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
Sometime[429-26] 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 show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.