Joseph Fiennes - Be not afeard (William Shakespeare, The Tempest) | Текст песни

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• Joseph Fiennes
• Be not afeard (William Shakespeare, The Tempest)

Be not afeard: the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,
That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds me thought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd,
I cried to dream again.

From The Tempest, Act 3 Scene 2