{"id":"01KG8AZX5JTBB0M9TQDPZE7XW5","cid":"bafkreig5ibvfrc56c3jlj3prymmcasjapu7dxg33thjo2efr7jlhju5pwu","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiggduwfjqd46mx542kllylfnb3jfetr7pmpnsprcemml2gou4k3ua","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0101.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769806492459-v6yluutgff9","label":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0101.jpg","page_number":101,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":420302,"text":"ACT FOUR THE TEMPEST scene one\n[Enter certain Nymphs.]\nYou sunburn'd sicklemen, of August weary.\nCome hither from the furrow, and be merry :\nMake holiday: your rye-straw hats put on,\nAnd these fresh nymphs encounter every one\nIn country footing.\n[Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they Join with\nthe Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end\nwhereof Prospero starts suddenly, and speaks ; after\nwhich, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise,\nthey heavily vanish.\nProspero. [Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy\nOf the beast Caliban and his confederates\nAgainst my life : the minute of their plot\nIs almost come. [To the Spirits.] Well done ! avoid ; no\nmore!\nFerdinand. This is strange: your father's in some passion\nThat works him strongly.\nMiranda. Never till this day\nSaw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.\nProspero. You do look, my son, in a moved sort,\nAs if you v/ere dismay'd : be cheerful, sir.\nOur revels now are ended. These our actors.\nAs I foretold you, were all spirits, and\nAre melted into air, into thin air :\nAnd, like the baseless fabric of this vision.\nThe cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,\nThe solemn temples, the great globe itself,\nYea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve.\nAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,\nLeave not a rack behind. We are such stuff\nAs dreams are made on; and our little life\nIs rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd ;\nBear with my weakness ; my old brain is troubled :\nBe not disturbed with my infirmity:\nIf you be pleased, retire into my cell.\nAnd there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,\nTo still my beating mind.\n85","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:52.459Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true,"width":1601},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG89K56V71HSK5HCYTVQK4G2","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KG89JREDR8WY5QQGYR5FZRDY","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ4816ABJXEVSC36NEHPC","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AZX0WY6GH5Y2E3RMF1C7A","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:52.850Z","ts":"2026-01-30T21:02:30.723Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}