Since I came to this ifle: and, in the morn, And promise you calm feas, aufpicious gales, Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near. [Exeuut omnes. EPILOGUE. Spoken by PROSPERO. OW my charms are all d'er-thrown, 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, |