Prospero: We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

More from The Tempest

• Alonso: a kind Of excellent dumb discourse
• Ariel: I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
• Ariel (singing): Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.
• Gonzalo: Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
• Miranda: There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with’t.
• Prospero: Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar That beasts shall tremble at thy din.