There was a certain island in the sea, the only inhabitants of which were an old man, whose name was Prospero, and his daughter Miranda, a very beautiful young lady. She came to this island so young, that she had no memory of having seen any other human face than her father's.
This is the beginning of the story of one of his tales.
"My quaint Ariel", said Prospero to the little sprite when he made him free, 'I shall miss you; yet you shall have your freedom."'Thank you, my dear master,' said Ariel; 'but give me attend your ship home with prosperous gales, before you bid farewell to the assistance of your faithful spirit; and then, master, when I am free, how merrily I shall live! Here Ariel sang this pretty song:
"Where the bee sucks there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell, I lie
There I crouch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back, I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough."
to be continued