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Ariel's Hail

Set by Kaija Saariaho (b. 1952), "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.

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

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1 omitted by Saariaho.
2 Saariaho: "I'd"
3 Saariaho: "places."


Submitted by 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.

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1 omitted by Saariaho.


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