Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mir. Mir.
Mir. Neuer till this day
Mir. Saw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper'd.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd sort,
Pro. As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir,
Pro. Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors,
Pro. (As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
Pro. Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,
Pro. And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision
Pro. The Clowd‑capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,
Pro. The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,
Pro. Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolue,
Pro. And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded
Pro. Leaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffe
Pro. As dreames are made on; and our little life
Pro. Is rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext,
Pro. Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled:
Pro. Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie,
Pro. If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,