The TempestThe Tempest (1611): farewell to the stage EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY PROSPERO 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.
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