Peer Reviewed
The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)
2320EPILOGVE,
2322 NOw my Charmes are all ore-throwne,
2323And what strength I haue's mine owne.
2326Or sent to Naples, Let me not
2327Since I haue my Dukedome got,
2328And pardon'd the deceiuer, dwell
2330But release me from my bands
2331With the helpe of your good hands:
2332Gentle breath of yours, my Sailes
2335Spirits to enforce: Art to inchant,
2337Vnlesse I be relieu'd by praier
2339Mercy it selfe, and frees all faults.
2340 As you from crimes would pardon'd be,