Epilogue from Tempest By Shakespeare
Spoken by Prospero
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 confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon 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, are to enchant;
And my ending is despair
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that is assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As your from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free
I have been studying the Tempest in school lately and it has become one of my favorites. I wanted to share my favorite passage with you all.
Blessings
~Elizabeth
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