Dor. O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is!
Hip. O, brave new world, That has such people in't!
Alon. to Ferd. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about, And make thee happy in thy beauteous choice.
Gonz. I've inward wept, or should have spoken ere this.— Look down, sweet heaven! and on this couple drop A blessed crown; for it is you chalked out The way, which brought us hither.
Anto. Though penitence, Forced by necessity, can scarce seem real, Yet, dearest brother, I have hope my blood May plead for pardon with you: I resign Dominion, which, 'tis true, I could not keep, But heaven knows too, I would not.
Prosp. All past crimes I bury in the joy of this blessed day.
Alon. And, that I may not be behind in justice, To this young prince I render back his dukedom, And as the duke of Mantua thus salute him.
Hip. What is it that you render back? methinks You give me nothing.
Prosp. You are to be lord Of a great people, and o'er towns and cities.
Hip. And shall these people be all men and women?