[02:12.669]Art thou afeard?
[02:16.430]Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
[02:23.183]Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
[02:28.682]Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
[02:33.419]Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
[02:38.170]That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
[02:41.170]Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
[02:46.683]The clouds methought would open and show riches
[02:49.925]Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
[02:58.169]I cried to dream again.