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Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo
English source:
William Shakespeare
ARIEL
_(sings)_
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands.
Curtsied when you have, and kissed
The wild waves whist.
Foot it featly here and there,
And, sweet sprites, bear
The burden. Hark, hark!
SPIRITS
_(dispersedly, within)_
Bow-wow.
ARIEL
The watchdogs bark.
_(within)_
Bow-wow.
ARIEL
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry “Cock-a-diddle-dow.”
FERDINAND
Where should this music be? I' th' air or th' earth?
It sounds no more, and sure, it waits
Some god o' th' island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father’s wrack,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air. There I have followed it,
Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.
No, it begins again.
ARIEL
_(sings)_
Full fathom five thy father lies.
Of his bones are coral made.
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
SPIRITS
_(within)_
Ding-dong.
ARIEL
Hark, how I hear them.
SPIRITS
_(within)_
Ding-dong, bell.
_(sings)_
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands.
Curtsied when you have, and kissed
The wild waves whist.
Foot it featly here and there,
And, sweet sprites, bear
The burden. Hark, hark!
SPIRITS
_(dispersedly, within)_
Bow-wow.
ARIEL
The watchdogs bark.
_(within)_
Bow-wow.
ARIEL
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry “Cock-a-diddle-dow.”
FERDINAND
Where should this music be? I' th' air or th' earth?
It sounds no more, and sure, it waits
Some god o' th' island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father’s wrack,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air. There I have followed it,
Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.
No, it begins again.
ARIEL
_(sings)_
Full fathom five thy father lies.
Of his bones are coral made.
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
SPIRITS
_(within)_
Ding-dong.
ARIEL
Hark, how I hear them.
SPIRITS
_(within)_
Ding-dong, bell.
Composer
Alison Bauld
Alison Margaret Bauld is an Australian writer and composer. She lives and works in London, England.
Poet
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare was an English poet, playwright, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet, and the "Bard of Avon". His extant…