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  • Title: The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-370-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin
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    The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)

    2320
    EPILOGVE,
    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
    Must fill, or else my proiect failes,
    Which was to please: Now I want
    2335Spirits to enforce: Art to inchant,
    And my ending is despaire,
    Vnlesse I be relieu'd by praier
    Which pierces so, that it assaults
    Mercy it selfe, and frees all faults.
    2340 As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
    Let your Indulgence set me free.
    Exit.