“Receiv'd a second life; and second father 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 burden our remembrances with A heaviness that's gone.
GONZALO. 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. ALONSO.”