SPOKEN BY PROSPERO

Now my charms are ail o*erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own i Which is most faint : now, *tis true, 1 must be hère confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I hâve my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwcU In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands.

Genlle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project faits, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unléss I be reliey'd by prayer :

Which pierces so, that it assauUs Mercy itself, and frees ail faults.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be,

Let your indulgence set me îreé.