Prospero asks the audience for permission to leave the island and return to Naples.
- Enter Prospero
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- 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.