Ferd. This is most strange: your father’s in some passion
That works him strongly.
Mira. Never till this day
Saw I him touch’d with anger so distemper’d.
Pros. You do, my son, look in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay’d: 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-capp’d towers, 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[443-36] behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on,[443-37] and our little life
Is rounded[443-38] 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 pleased, retire into my cell,
And there repose: a turn or two I’ll walk,
To still my beating mind.
| Ferd. Mira. | We wish you peace. |
Pros. [To Ariel.] Come with a thought!—
I thank ye.[444-39] [Exeunt Ferd. and Mira.]—Ariel, come!
Re-enter Ariel.
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to: what’s thy pleasure?
Pros. Spirit,
We must prepare to meet with[444-40] Caliban.
Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
I thought t’ have told thee of it; but I fear’d
Lest I might anger thee.
Pros. Well, say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?