“O! I have suffered with those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her, dash’d all to pieces. O! the cry did knock against my very heart.”
Recently, I watched the 2010 movie version of Shakespeare’s The Tempest (starring Helen Mirren as a somewhat unusual female Prospero). Felicity Jones plays the single-parent-homeschooled castaway daughter to the rightful Duke of Milan.
Miranda’s education appears to have included “how to name the bigger light, and how the less,” certain “precepts,” and a large number of books, but not much understanding of men: “nor have I seen more that I may call men than you, good friend.” That’s something that can, at times, lead to disaster...
“O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world that has such people in’t!”
Now this is no tragedy (unlike the horrific Titus by the same director) and it all turns out fine in the end – but ultimately, only because of Providence.