OW my charms are all o'er-thrown,
And what strength I have's mine own
Which is moft faint: and now, 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or fent 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 fails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. For now I want
Spirits t'enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is defpair, (35)
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;
Which pierces fo, that it affaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be
Let your indulgence fet me free.
(35) And my ending is Defpair,] The allufion is very well kept up in this Epilogue. And the actor here is not only applying to the audience for favour, in behalf of the Author; but Profpero fpeaks in the character of a Magician; and fo (as Mr. Warburton hinted to me) alludes to the old stories told of the Necromancers' despair in their laft moments, and the prayers of their friends for them.