A bad readout of an excerpt from Prosperous. The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158 Our revels now 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-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, 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 on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
暴風雨法4，場景1，148â€158 - 讀數不好
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Tempest、Prosperous、Shakespeare、William
暴風雨、繁榮、莎士比亞、威廉
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