The Tempest

by: William Shakespeare

Act V, scene i & Epilogue

1
Your charm so strongly works ’em
That, if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender. (V.i.)
2
The rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. (V.i.)
3
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call a brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest fault, all of them, and require
My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore. (V.i.)
4
If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose. (V.i.)
5
Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessèd crown,
For it is you that have chalked forth they way
Which brought us hither. (V.i.)