Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it No longer for my flatterers: He is drowned, Whom thus we stray to find. I'm faint with hunger, And must despair of food. [Music without.
What! harmony again? My good friends, hark!
Anto. I fear some other horrid apparition. Give us kind keepers, heaven, I beseech thee!
Gonz. 'Tis chearful music this, unlike the first.
Ariel and Milcha invisible, sing.
Dry those eyes which are o'erflowing, All your storms are overblowing: While you in this isle are biding, You shall feast without providing: Every dainty you can think of, Every wine which you would drink of, Shall be yours; all want shall shun you, Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Alon. This voice speaks comfort to us.
Anto. Would 'twere come; There is no music in a song to me, My stomach being empty.
Gonz. O for a heavenly vision of boiled, Baked, and roasted! [Dance of fantastic Spirits; after the dance, a table furnished with meat and fruit is brought in by two Spirits.
Anto. My lord, the duke, see yonder! A table, as I live, set out and furnished With all varieties of meats and fruits.