Our revels now are ended. These our actors (As I foretold you) - TopicsExpress



          

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 tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And like this 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. Sir, I am vex’d; Bear with my weakness, my old brain is troubled. Be not disturb’d with my infirmity. If you be pleas’d, retire into my cell, And there repose. A turn or two I’ll walk To still my beating mind.- Prospero, The Tempest
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 17:09:18 +0000

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