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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 confined 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 relieved 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.
Now my magic powers are all undone, And whatever strength I have is my own, Which is very weak: now, it’s true, I must be kept here by your command, Or sent to Naples. Don’t make me, Since I’ve regained my dukedom And forgiven the one who deceived me, stay On this empty island because of your spell; But release me from my chains With the help of your kind hands: Your gentle breath must fill my sails, Or else my plan will fail, Which was meant to please. Now I need Spirits to force, magic to charm, And my ending will be despair, Unless I’m saved by prayer, Which reaches so deeply that it touches Mercy itself and forgives all wrongs. Just as you would want to be forgiven For your own mistakes, let your kindness set me free.