’Tis everywhere,
That isle so fair.
Miranda. ’Tis Ariel’s voice, my Ferdinand, but whence—
[sleeps.
Ferdinand [drowsily] The voice we heard upon the isle long since.
Sweet sound, with poppies curiously mix’d—
[sleeps.
Scene III.
The island in the Middle Seas.
Ferdinand and Miranda discovered sleeping on
a grassy mound. Soft music heard.
Ferdinand [awaking] With poppies mix’d—O, I did dream—but where
Am I? ’Tis strange, and yet not strange. This place