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The Tempest, our revels now are ended

Author: William Shakespeare Year: 1611 Length: 454 characters Difficulty: demanding Public domain

Long verse lines with commas inside them, useful for holding an even pace across a whole speech.

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.

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Prospero speaks these lines in The Tempest, a play performed at court in November 1611. It stands first in the Folio of 1623, and that Folio text is the only early one we have. The cloud capped towers of the speech point at the theatre building as much as at the vision. Project Gutenberg carries the complete plays.

About this text

Prospero speaks these lines in The Tempest, a play performed at court in November 1611. It stands first in the Folio of 1623, and that Folio text is the only early one we have. The cloud capped towers of the speech point at the theatre building as much as at the vision. Project Gutenberg carries the complete plays.

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Long verse lines with commas inside them, useful for holding an even pace across a whole speech.

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