Nothing, indeed, can be more appropriately wild than the imagery of the ensuing song, which arrests the ear of Ferdinand whilst he is uttering his astonishment at the previous melody:—

"Where should this musick be? i' the air, or the earth?

It sounds no more:——Sitting on a bank,

Weeping again the king my father's wreck,

This musick crept by me upon the waters;

Allaying both their fury, and my passion,

With it's sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,

Or it hath drawn me rather:—But 'tis gone.

No, it begins again."

"Full fathom five thy father lies;