5 Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon’d the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
10 With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. [Now] I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;