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Gonzalo: The rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit, that our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric. In-In Tunis. At the marriage of your fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
King Alonso: 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 removed I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir of Naples and Milan, what strange fish hath made his meal on thee?
Antonio: Sir, he may live. I saw him beat the surges under him and ride upon their backs. I not doubt he came alive to land.
King Alonso: No, no, he's gone.
Sebastian: 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.
King Alonso: Prithee, peace.
Sebastian: We have lost your son, I fear, forever. The fault's your own.
King Alonso: So is the dearest o' the loss.
Gonzalo: My lord Sebastian, the truth you speak doth lack some gentleness. You rub the sore when you should bring the plaster.
Sebastian: Very well.
Antonio: And most like a surgeon
King Alonso: 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 removed I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir of Naples and Milan, what strange fish hath made his meal on thee?
Antonio: Sir, he may live. I saw him beat the surges under him and ride upon their backs. I not doubt he came alive to land.
King Alonso: No, no, he's gone.
Sebastian: 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.
King Alonso: Prithee, peace.
Sebastian: We have lost your son, I fear, forever. The fault's your own.
King Alonso: So is the dearest o' the loss.
Gonzalo: My lord Sebastian, the truth you speak doth lack some gentleness. You rub the sore when you should bring the plaster.
Sebastian: Very well.
Antonio: And most like a surgeon
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The ground indeed is tawny
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With an eye of green in't
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But the rarity of it is which is indeed almost beyond credit
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that our garments being as they were drenched in the sea
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are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric
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ln Tunis
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At the marriage of your fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis
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You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense
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Would l had never married my daughter there For coming thence my son is lost
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and in my rate she too
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who is so far from ltaly removed l ne'er again shall see her
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O thou mine heir of Naples and of Milan
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what strange fish hath made his meal on thee
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Sir he may live
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l saw him beat the surges under him and ride upon their backs
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l not doubt he came alive to land No no he's gone
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Sir you may thank yourself for this great loss
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that would not bless our Europe with your daughter
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but rather lose her to an African
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Prithee peace
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We have lost your son l fear for ever The fault's your own
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So is the dear'st o' the loss
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My lord Sebastian the truth you speak doth lack some gentlenes
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You rub the sore when you should bring the plaster
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Very well And most like a surgeon
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Movie Summary
Shakespeare's epic play is translated from page to screen, with the gender of the main character, Prospero, changed from male to female.
