60
THE TEMPEST
Gonzalo.
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.
Sebastian.
’Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
Adrian.
Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.
Gonzalo.
Not since widow Dido’s time.
Sebastian.
What if he had said “widower Æneas” too? Good Lord, how you take it!
Adrian.
“Widow Dido” said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
Gonzalo.
This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Antonio.
Widow! a pox o’ that! How came that widow in? widow Dido!
Adrian.
Carthage?
Gonzalo.
I assure you, Carthage.
