1 --Most cruelly Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter.
2 And that most deeply to consider is The beauty of his daughter.
3 Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter.
4 Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition Worthily purchased, take my daughter.
5 As great to me as late, and supportable To make the dear loss have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you, for I Have lost my daughter.
6 Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the King's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
7 Would I had never Married my daughter there, for coming thence My son is lost, and, in my rate, she too, Who is so far from Italy removed I ne'er again shall see her.
8 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.
9 Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African, Where she at least is banished from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on 't.'
10 I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.