Your charm so strongly works ’em
That, if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender. (V.i.)
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.)
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.)
If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose. (V.i.)
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.)
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