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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Tempest
[II, 1]

Gonzalo

771

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.

2

Tempest
[II, 1]

Adrian

775

Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to
their queen.

3

Tempest
[II, 1]

Adrian

782

'Widow Dido' said you? you make me study of that:
she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

4

Tempest
[II, 1]

Gonzalo

784

This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

5

Tempest
[II, 1]

Gonzalo

796

Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now
as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
of your daughter, who is now queen.

6

Tempest
[II, 1]

Antonio

979

She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were post—
The man i' the moon's too slow—till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; she that—from whom?
We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,
And by that destiny to perform an act
Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
In yours and my discharge.

7

Tempest
[II, 1]

Sebastian

988

What stuff is this! how say you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.

8

Tempest
[II, 1]

Antonio

992

A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death
That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse
Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples
As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate
As amply and unnecessarily
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?

9

Tempest
[V, 1]

Gonzalo

2263

Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy, and set it down
With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom
In a poor isle and all of us ourselves
When no man was his own.