end scene

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,
ye 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...