The Tempest

by William Shakespeare

PROSPERO 160 You do look, my son, in a mov’d 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: 165 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, 170 Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

[Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.] MIRANDA 190 Sweet lord, you play me false. FERDINAND No, my dear’st love, I would not for the world. MIRANDA Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play.

MIRANDA O, wonder! 205 How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world That has such people in’t!