Today marked the end of our season, our first full season!
Our revels now are ended.
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-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself / Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, / Leave not a rack behind. (The Tempest, 4.1)
And I am sent with broom before / To sweep the dust behind the door. (A Midsummer Night's Dream, 5.1)