At Prospero's command.....
( At Prospero's command spirits have enacted a play )
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-capped towers, the georgeous palaces,
The solemn tempels, the great globe itself,
Yea, all wich it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind, we are all such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest - William Shakespeare.
At Prospero's command.....
( At Prospero's command spirits have enacted a play )
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-capped towers, the georgeous palaces,
The solemn tempels, the great globe itself,
Yea, all wich it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind, we are all such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest - William Shakespeare.