[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.
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in The Tempest, Act IV, Scene 1 (Ariel) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Kaija Saariaho (b. 1952), "Ariel's Hail", 2000, published 2004? [soprano, harp, and flute], from The Tempest Songbook, no. 1
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- FRE French (Français) (François-Victor Hugo)
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Andrea Maffei) , no title, first published 1869
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