Take in the top sail! Tend to the master’s
whistle! To pairs! All is lost! We split! We split! We split! We split! We split! We
split! We split! We split! Our revels now are ended. These are our actors. As I have
foretold you, we’re 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, yeigh, all which it inherits shall dissolve. And like this insubstantial
pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff that dreams are made of and
our little life is rounded with a sleep.