The Tempest
<p><em>Now my charms are all o’erthrown,</em><br /> <em>And what strength I have’s mine own,</em><br /> <em>Which is most faint: now, ’tis true,</em><br /> <em>I must be here confined by you,</em><br /> <em>Or sent to Naples. Let me not,</em><br /> <em>Since I have my dukedom got</em><br /> <em>And pardon’d the deceiver, dwell</em><br /> <em>In this bare island by your spell;</em><br /> <em>But release me from my bands</em><br /> <em>With the help of your good hands:</em><br /> <em>Gentle breath of yours my sails</em><br /> <em>Must fill, or else my project fails,</em><br /> <em>Which was to please. Now I want</em><br /> <em>Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,</em><br /> <em>And my ending is despair,</em><br /> <em>Unless I be relieved by prayer,</em><br /> <em>Which pierces so that it assaults</em><br /> <em>Mercy itself and frees all faults.</em><br /> <em>As you from crimes would pardon’d be,</em><br /> <em>Let your indulgence set me free.</em></p> <p>—Prospero</p>
Authors: Alejandro Ventura
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