The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)
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E P I L O G V E,
¶
spoken by Prospero.
¶ NOw my Charmes are all ore-throwne,
¶And what strength I haue's mine owne.
¶Which is most faint: now 'tis true
2325I must be heere confinde by you,
¶Or sent to Naples, Let me not
¶Since I haue my Dukedome got,
¶And pardon'd the deceiuer, dwell
¶In this bare Island, by your Spell,
2330But release me from my bands
¶With the helpe of your good hands:
¶Gentle breath of yours, my Sailes
¶Which was to please: Now I want
2335Spirits to enforce: Art to inchant,
¶And my ending is despaire,
¶Mercy it selfe, and frees all faults.
2340 As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
¶ Let your Indulgence set me free.
Exit.
