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How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in ’t!

PROSPERO
’Tis new to thee.

ALONSO
What is this maid with whom thou wast at play? [185]
Your eld’st acquaintance cannot be three hours:

Is she the goddess that hath sever’d us
And brought us thus together?

FERDINAND
Sir, she is mortal;
But by immortal Providence she’s mine:

I chose her when I could not ask my father [190]
For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
Of whom so ofted I have heard renown,
But never saw before; of whom I have

Receiv’d a second life; and second father [195]
This lady makes him to me.

ALONSO
I am hers:
But, O, how oddly will it sound that I

Must ask my child forgiveness!

PROSPERO
There, sir, stop:
Let us not burthen our remembrance’ with
A heaviness that’s gone.

GONZALO
I have inly wept, [200]

Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown!