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January 27 - January 29, 2017
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and (140) 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, Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve, (145) 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.
And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art? (25) Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend (30) Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel. My charms I’ll break, their senses I’ll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Ay, that I will. And I’ll be wise hereafter And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass (305) Was I, to take this drunkard for a god And worship this dull fool!
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
He that dies pays all debts.—I defy thee!—Mercy upon us!
If I have too austerely punished you, Your compensation makes amends, for I Have given you here a third of mine own life— Or that for which I live—who once again (5) I tender to thy hand. All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love and thou Hast strangely stood the test. Here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me that I boast of her, (10) For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise And make it halt behind her.

