Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand [twangling] instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and [sometime] voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
135 Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; [that], when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I 140 shall have my music for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.