|Work notes||For Peter on September 27th, 2002. Part of ‘The Tempest Songbook’|
|Publisher||Chester Music Ltd|
|Category||Solo Voice(s) and up to 6 players|
Prospero’s Vision (2002)
You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir.
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 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. Sir, I am vext.
A turn or two I’ll walk,
To still my beating mind.
Shakespeare, The Tempest