[051] My friend Stephano, signify, I pray you,
Within the house, your mistress is at hand;
[053] And bring your music forth into the air. [Exit Stephano.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
055 Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
[059] Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
060 There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’st