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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 capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solem temples, the great globe itself, yea, all which it inhereit 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.

THE TEMPEST, ACT IV SCENE I