The Charm Dissolves

In virtue than in vengeance, being penitent,
I will discase me, and myself present.
Not a frown further, which now I do, Ariel.
My charms boil’d within thy skull
To work mine end upon their senses, that
To an unsettled fancy my purpose doth extend
That your affections would become tender.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling,
Unnatural though thou art, an understanding?
Now does my project gather to a head
Yet with my nobler reason I have bedimm’d
The drift of my purpose for you are spell-stopp’d.
That unsettled fancy what inward pinches; therefore
My charms I’ll break, ye senses I’ll restore.
Thou shalt ere long be free.