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“We are such stuff as dreams are made on” appears in William Shakespeare’s The Tempest in Act IV, Scene 1. It is spoken by one of the most important characters in the play—Prospero and is directed at Ferdinand, the young man who has fallen in love with Prospero’s daughter, Miranda.
‘We are such stuff / As dreams are made on, and our little life / Is rounded with a sleep.’. These lines appear in Shakespeare’s The Tempest, in one of Prospero’s most famous speeches (‘Our revels now are ended’).
21 dic 2023 · Siamo fatti della stessa sostanza dei sogni, e nello spazio e nel tempo di un sogno è raccolta la nostra breve vita (We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep) – così dice il saggio mago Prospero ne La tempesta di Shakespeare, atto IV, scena I, rivolgendosi alla figlia Miranda e al suo ...
31 mag 2023 · We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd; Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled: Be not disturb'd with my infirmity: If you be pleased, retire into my cell And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind.
We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd; Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled: 1890 Be not disturb'd with my infirmity: If you be pleased, retire into my cell And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind. Ferdinand. [with Miranda] We wish your peace. 1895
21 dic 2023 · «We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep», «Noi siamo della stessa sostanza di cui sono fatti i sogni e la nostra breve vita è circondata dal sonno» (William Shakepeare, La tempesta, atto IV, scena I).
31 lug 2015 · We are such stuff 1843 As dreams are made on, and our little life 1844 175 Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vexed. 1845 Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. 1846 Be not disturbed with my infirmity. 1847 If you be pleased, retire into my cell 1848 And there repose. A turn or two I’ll walk 1849 180 To still my beating mind.
