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Now my charms are all o'erthrown, |
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And what strength I have's mine own, |
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Which is most faint. Now, 'tis true, |
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I must be here confined by you, |
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Or sent to Naples. Let me not, |
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Since I have my dukedom got |
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And pardoned the deceiver, dwell |
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In this bare island by your spell, |
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But release me from my bands |
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With the help of your good hands. |
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Gentle breath of yours my sails |
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Must fill, or else my project fails, |
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Which was to please. Now I want |
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Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, |
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And my ending is despair, |
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Unless I be relieved by prayer, |
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Which pierces so that it assaults |
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Mercy itself and frees all faults. |
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As you from crimes would pardoned be, |
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Let your indulgence set me free. |
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Now my spells are all broken, |
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And the only power I have is my own, |
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Which is very weak. Now you all |
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Have got the power to keep me prisoner here, |
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Or send me off to Naples. Please don't |
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Keep me here on this desert island |
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With your magic spells. Release me |
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So I can return to my dukedom |
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With your help. The gentle wind |
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You blow with your applause |
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Will fill my ship's sails. Without applause, |
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My plan to please you has failed. |
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Now I have no spirits to enslave, |
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No magic to cast spells, |
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And I'll end up in despair |
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Unless I'm relieved by prayer, |
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Which wins over God himself |
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And absolves all sins. |
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Just as you'd like to have your sins forgiven, |
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Indulge me, forgive me, and set me free. |
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