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THE TEMPEST


Alonso.

What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?
Your eld’st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever’d us,
And brought us thus together?

Ferdinand.

And brought us thus together? Sir, she is mortal;
But by immortal Providence she’s mine:
I chose her when I could not ask my father
For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before; of whom I have
Received a second life; and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alonso.

This lady makes him to me. I am hers:
But, O, how oddly will it sound that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!

Prospero.

Must ask my child forgiveness! There, sir, stop:
Let us not burthen our remembrance with
A heaviness that ’s gone.

Gonzalo.

A heaviness that ’s gone. I have inly wept,
Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown!
For it is you that have chalk’d forth the way
Which brought us hither.