prospero's epilogue

Prospero’s Epilogue

Now my charms are all o’erthrown
And what strength I have’s mine                                          own,
Which is most faint: Now  ‘tis true,
I 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;
But 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
Spirits 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.
As you from crimes would pardoned
                                             be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

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