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  • Title: The Tempest (Modern)
  • 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 (Modern)

    Epilogue, spoken by Prospero
    Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
    And what strength I have's mine own,
    Which is most faint. Now, 'tis true
    2325I must be here confined by you
    Or sent to Naples; let me not,
    Since I have my dukedom got
    And pardoned the deceiver, dwell
    In this bare island by your spell,
    2330But release me from my bands
    With the help of your good hands.
    Gentle breath of yours my sails
    Must fill, or else my project fails,
    Which was to please. Now I want
    2335Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
    And my ending is despair,
    Unless I be relieved by prayer,
    Which pierces so that it assaults
    Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
    2340As you from crimes would pardoned be,
    Let your indulgence set me free.