And sweet sprites the burden bear.
|[Burden dispersedly.|
Hark, hark! bowgh-wowgh: the watch-dogs bark,
Bowgh-wowgh.
Ariel. Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry cock-a-doodle-doo.
Ferdinand. Where should this music be? i’ the air or the earth?
It sounds no more: and sure it waits upon
Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank