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Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous

harp.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.

Ant. What impossible matter will he make

easy next?

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in

his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea,

bring forth more islands.

Gon. Ay.

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. [To Alon.] 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.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.

Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

Ant. O! widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the

first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's

marriage?

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against

The stomach of my sense. 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 remov'd,

 90 miraculous harp; cf. n.

100 in good time: very well

109 in a sort: to a certain extent

110 well fish'd for: long in being 'fished up,' or uttered

114 stomach: inclination

sense: feelings

116 rate: reckoning

