And do my spiriting gently.


Act ii. Sc. 2.

A very ancient and fishlike smell.


Act ii. Sc. 2.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.


Act iv. Sc. 1.

Our revels row are ended: these our actors,
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-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like an insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.


Act iv. Sc. 1.

We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life