Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.[459-38]
Ferd. No, my dear’st love,
I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,[459-39]
And I would call it fair play.
Alon. If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.[459-40]
Sebas. A most high miracle!
Ferd. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful!
I’ve cursed them without cause. [Kneels to Alon.
Alon. Now all the blessings
Of the glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou earnest here.
Mira. O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in’t!
Pros. ’Tis new to thee.
Alon. 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?