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Our Revels Now Are Ended

Prospero's Speech 'The Tempest' Act IV Scene 1

By William Shakespeare

You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort,

As if you were dismay'd; be cheerful sir.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air;

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like the insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on; and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep . . .

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