Testo di Prospero's Speech

And now my charms are all o'erthrown And what strength I have's mine own Which is most faint, now t'is true I must here be released by you 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 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 your crimes would pardon'd be Let your indulgence set me free