315 Your royal fleet far off. [Aside to Ari.] My Ariel, chick,
That is thy charge: then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.
Exeunt.
[ 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,