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The Tempest, IV. i And these fresh nymphs encounter every one

In country footing.

Pro. I had forgot that foul conspiracy

Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates

Against my life: the minute of their plot

Is almost come.—[To the Spirits.] Well done! avoid; no more!

Fer. This is 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.

Pro. 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:

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 behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on, and our little life

Is rounded 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 pleas'd, retire into my cell

 138 footing: dancing

142 avoid: away!

144 works: affects

145 distemper'd: abnormal

146 sort: way

156 rack: cloud

