Arial: All hail, great master! Grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be it to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curled clouds, -- to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality. [Prospero: Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?]1 Ariel: I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flamed amazement: sometime [I'ld]2 divide, And burn in many [places;]3 [on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake.]1
Ariel's Hail
Set by Kaija Saariaho (1952 - 2023), "Ariel's Hail", 2000, published 2004? [ soprano, harp, and flute ], from The Tempest Songbook, no. 1  [sung text checked 1 time]
Note: this setting is made up of several separate texts.
Authorship:
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in The Tempest, Act I, Scene 2 (Ariel)
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (François Pierre Guillaume Guizot)
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Andrea Maffei) , no title, first published 1869
1 omitted by Saariaho.
2 Saariaho: "I'd"
3 Saariaho: "places."
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
[I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So fun of valour that they smote the air For breathing in their faces, beat the ground For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project.]1 Then I beat my tabour, At which, like unbacked colts, they pricked their ears, Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses As they smelt music. So I charmed their ears [That calf-like they my lowing followed through Toothed briars, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns, Which entered their frail shins. At last I left them I'th' filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake O'er-stunk their feet]1.
Authorship:
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in The Tempest, Act IV, Scene 1 (Ariel)
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (François-Victor Hugo)
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Andrea Maffei) , no title, first published 1869
1 omitted by Saariaho.
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]