Dante the Groundhog as Prospero (6 October 2018)

I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban and his confederates Against my life: the minute of their plot
Is almost come. Well done! avoid; no more! This is strange: your father’s in some passion
That works him strongly. Never till this day
Saw I him touch’d with anger so distemper’d. You do look, my son, in a moved sort. As if you were dismay’d: be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air.

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