MIRANDA. You shall hear. In brief, Since you will have the truth, I fain would see Once more that isle where I beheld you first. Might I behold it once again and but For once, I then were satisfied, so you Were by my side beholding it likewise. FERDINAND. Would I might bear thee hence within this hour, For that dear isle I love because of thee. But our philosophers declare the spot Was but enchantment rais’d by wizard spells And sunk in ocean’s maw when Prospero, Thy father, will’d it; never yet laid down Good solid earth and rock on mortal map And chart. How this may be I know not, yet Our sailors swear that no such isle there is And truly they should know their own realm best. MIRANDA. I’m sure ’twas no enchantment. FERDINAND. Save the maid Who dwelt upon ’t, for she did cast a spell About me when these eyes did first behold Her there, and naught can take ’t away. MIRANDA. Nay, now, You jest, sweet sir. FERDINAND. No jest, I swear to thee. ARIEL [_sings_] Where, O where, Is the isle so fair? ’Tis far to the east, ’Tis far to the west; ’Tis here, ’tis there, That isle so fair: O where, O where? ’Tis everywhere, That isle so fair. MIRANDA. ’Tis Ariel’s voice, my Ferdinand, but whence-- [_sleeps._ FERDINAND [_drowsily_] The voice we heard upon the isle long since. Sweet sound, with poppies curiously mix’d-- [_sleeps._ SCENE III. _The island in the Middle Seas._ FERDINAND _and_ MIRANDA _discovered sleeping on a grassy mound. Soft music heard._ FERDINAND [_awaking_] With poppies mix’d--O, I did dream--but where Am I? ’Tis strange, and yet not strange. This place I do remember. Here Miranda saw I first-- MIRANDA [_awaking_] How say you, husband, I have slept, And all I look on now is chang’d, and yet Not so, for surely here I dwelt of old With Prospero, my father. FERDINAND. ’Tis naught else But the same place, and we transported hence Perchance as playthings of some kindly god, Hearing thy tale and loving thee. MIRANDA. Sweet prince, My Ferdinand, then do we wake indeed, Or is’t enchantment, and a sleep? FERDINAND. I deem It truth, and be it thus, or not, in truth ’Tis pleasant seeming, and we twain will fleet The time as happily as when each knew The other first. [CALIBAN _approaches, groveling_