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130 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1611
”Our revels now are ended...These our actors,
As I fortold 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 is 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…�
”First to possess his books; for without them
He’s but a sot, as I am; nor hath not
One spirit to command: they all do hate him,
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books.
He has brave utensils--for so he calls them--
Which, when he has a house, he’ll deck withal.�
”Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.�
”I’ll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book.�
”My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lye
A little further, to make thee a roome�,
Thou art a Moniment, without a tombe,
And art alive still, while thy Booke doth live,
And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
-----Ben Jonson
� Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.�
"Your tale, sir, would cure deafness."
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.�I mean, ya'll just can't compete with my man.
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on...�
“What's past is prologue.�
“How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't!�
MIRANDA: Sweet lord, you play me false.In this scene Miranda acknowledges that Ferdinand would probably betray her or leave her if he couldn't arrange their marriage with him becoming King of Naples, and that she wouldn't fault him for that. And I appreciate that level of realness.
FERDINAND: No, my dearest love, I would not for the world.
MIRANDA: Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play.
GONZALO: I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an unstanched wench.And the fact that Miranda and Prospero had such a relatable father-daughter-relationship. I mean take this beautiful scene which takes place after Prospero recounts to her in full length his flight from Milan:
PROSPERO: Dost thou hear?I mean c'mon, if that doesn't seem perfect to you, I don't know!
MIRANDA: Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
And pardoned the deceiver, dwellAs Epilogue, it is his duty to admit that the play world now lies in ruins, and to appeal for grace the superior reality of that theatre audience which, for a little while, has submitted itself to the illusion of The Tempest. This is not, however, what Prospero does as Epilogue. Prospero does not cease to be Prospero in the moment that he turns to address the theatre audience, does not step out of the illusion of the play. Instead he decides to blur the lines of illusion and reality � sure, he asks for applause, but not with the voice of an actor merely but as Prospero himself, still in character, but suddenly and mysteriously aware of the theatre audience and of the conditions of performing. Prospero begs release not from the stage, but from the island. The effect is to suggest that the play goes on beyond the formal limits of its fifth Act, that it runs into and shares the reality of its audience.
In this bare island by your spell,
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.