twangle

Cal. Be not affeard, the Iſle is full of noyſes,

Sounds, and ſweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not :

Sometimes a thouſand twangling Inſtruments

Will hum about mine eares ; and ſometime voices,

That if I then had wak'd after long ſleepe,

Will make me ſleepe againe, and then in dreaming,

The clouds methought would open, and ſhew riches

Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd

I cri'de to dreame againe.