sweet airs.

CALIBAN Be not affeared; the isle is full of noises,

Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instaruments

Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices

That, if I then had waked after a long sleep,

Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming,

The clouds methought would open, and show riches

Ready to drop upon me, that I waked

I cried to dream again.

STEPHANO This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where

I shall have my music for nothing.

from The Tempest by William Shakespeare.


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