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“We are such stuff as dreams are made on” is a well-known quote that features in William Shakespeare’s The Tempest. The line appears in Act IV, Scene 1. The quote is one of Shakespeare’s best-known. Today, it is commonly misquoted as “We are such stuff as dreams are made of.” But, this simple change does not impact the meaning of the lines.
By Dr Oliver Tearle (Loughborough University) ‘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’).
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
He concludes the speech with the famous and commonly misquoted line: “We are such stuff. As dreams are made on.” He refers to himself and all people as dream stuff, imaginings, fantasies , and temporary lives that begin and end with “a sleep.”
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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.
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on: and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. (Prospero, Act 4 Scene 1) Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on ...
