The tempest : a comedy . Ferdinand. Where should this music be ? i th air or th earth ?It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits uponSome god o th island. Sitting on a bank,Weeping again the king my fathers music crept by me upon the both their fury and my passionWith its sweet air: thence I have followd it,Or it hath drawn me rather. But tis , it begins ACT ONE THE TEMPEST SCENE TWO

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