We are such stuff . . .

Ashland Oregon is a nice, small college town with a significant added factor; The Oregon Shakespeare Festival (click for info). This repertory institution occupies a 3 theater complex positioned right in the heart of the colorful Central district, located behind these buildings on the main street of Ashland.
We knew we would be in the Ashland region, and had secured tickets for a performance of Shakespeare's farewell masterpiece The Tempest; generally accepted as his final self-written play, and also considered one of his best. The Elizabethan Stage pictured here is an open roof theater, and we fortunately had clear blue skys.
The Play started just as twilight darkned. This marginal picture perhaps gives one a feeling of our position in the middle of the balcony; really quite good seats.
I certainly cannot claim to be knowledgeable about Shakespeare (though he does seem to have said pretty much anything that was important about anything of worth talking about.)
In the Tempest, the Bard certainly seems to be saying goodby:
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,
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. ( "The Tempest" (4.1.138-48))