The Tempest. Act 4, Scene 1. Prospero
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1817 You doe looke (my son) in a mou’d sort,
1818 As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir,
1819 Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors,
1820 (As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
1821 Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,
1822 And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision
1823 The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,
1824 The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,
1825 Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolue,
1826 And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded
1827 Leaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffe
1828 As dreames are made on; and our little life
1829 Is rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext,
1830 Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled:
1831 Be not disturb’d with my infirmitie,
1832 If you be pleas’d, retire into my Cell,
1833 And there repose, a turne or two, Ile walke
1834 To still my beating minde.