That is thy charge: then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near. [Exeuut omnes. EPILOGUE. Spoken by PROSPERO. NOW OW my charms are all d'er-thrown, Which is most faint: and now, 'tis true, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer; Which pierces fo, that it afsfaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, |