And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.
Pro. I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates 140
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 144
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, 148
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, 153
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff 156
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. 160
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
