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The Tempest 

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 confin'd by you,

''Or sent to Naples. Let me not,''

Since I have my dukedom got

And pardon'd 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 reliev'd by prayer,

Which pierces so that it assaults

Mercy itself and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,

Let your indulgence set me free.

Exit.

 Epilogue: cf. n.

10 hands: applause

13 want: lack

18 Mercy: God  

