Our revels now our ended. These are 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 of. And our little life is rounded.