Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tempest/Epilogue
EPILOGVE,
spoken by Prospero.
NOw my Charmes are all ore-throwne,And what strength I haue's mine owne.Which is most faint: now 'tis trueI must be heere confinde by you,Or sent to Naples, Let me notSince I haue my Dukedome got,And pardon'd the deceiuer, dwellIn this bare Island, by your Spell,But release me from my bandswith the helpe of your good hands:Gentle breath of yours, my SailesMust fill, or else my proiect failes,which was to please: Now I wantSpirits to enforce: Art to inchant,And my ending is despaire,Vnlesse I be relieu'd by praierWhich pierces so, that it assaultsMercy it selfe, and frees all faults.As you from crimes would pardon'd be,Exit.Let your Indulgence set me free.