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NARRATOR:
Our revels now are ended.
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These our actors, as I foretold you...
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... were all spirits
and are melted into air...
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... into thin air.
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And, like the baseless fabric
of this vision...
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... the cloud-capp 'd towers...
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... the gorgeous palaces...
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... the solemn temples...
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... the great globe itself...
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... ye all which it inherit...
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... shall dissolve...
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... and, like this insubstantial pageant
faded...
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... leave not a wisp behind.
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We are such stuff
as dreams are made on...
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... and our little life
is rounded with a sleep.
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Who's gonna say, "Action"?
Should I say it, or should you?
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- You wanna say it?
HADGE: You can say it.
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- I don't want to. Say it.
SPACEY: You say it.
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KIMBALL: And action!
- How do I look?
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I can't see anything.
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Are they out there?
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This is my entrance.