TEMPEST.
Act i. Sc. 2.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
Act i. Sc. 2.
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
A very ancient and fishlike smell.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Our revels row 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 solemn temples, the great globe itself
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like an insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.