La Tempête

PROSPERO. - That's it! My charms being undone,
All that remains to me of strength is that which I hold,
It's a little light but we must decide:
To remain a prisoner here - among you - or to reach Naples.
After I have regained my duchy and to the impostor forgiven,
No reason holds me back from remaining under your enchantment.
Then free me from the fetters of this island,
Yes, be good and set me free
With the help of your two hands.
You can shout and howl bravos,
Let all my sails swell with your good voice.
Without that, I would have failed at the sole purpose of pleasing you.
Now I have neither strength of mind
Nor the art of bewitching: my end is to despair.
I can only pray that someone will rescue me,
Prayer alone will force mercy
It can forgive us for we have sinned.
If you also want us to forgive your crimes,
Please once again - I beg you -
Please have the indulgence to kindly
Free me.