Shakespeare #3, Alliteration #2, Scopitone #7

Come unto these yellow sands,
  And then take hands:
Curtsied when you have, and kist
  The wilde waves whist:
Foote it featly heere, and there, and sweete Sprights the burthen beare
Harke, harke, bowgh-wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke,
  Bowgh-wawgh.
Hark, Hark, I heare the straine of strutting Chanticlere
  Cry cockadidle-dowe.

William Shakespeare, The Tempest