Act V

Now all the blessings

Of a glad father compass thee about!

Arise, and say how thou camest here.

O, wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here!

How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,

That has such people in’t!

’Tis new to thee.

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?

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.

I am hers:

But, O, how oddly will it sound that I

Must ask my child forgiveness!