Miranda. O Ferdinand, my love, last night I slept
And sleeping dream’d, and in my dream I saw
The isle where first you knew me, where we told
Each to the other our fond loves. Methought
I was by you companion’d and the hours
Did move to music while there pass’d before
Our wond’ring eyes, as for our sole delight,
A many folk, strange sorted, who did talk
Together, and at whiles as ’twere a play
And we beholding it. ’Twas wondrous strange.