You did supplant your brother Prospero." (Shakespeare 2.1).
And look how well my garments sit upon me,
Much feater than before. My brother’s servants
Were then my fellows. Now they are my men" (Shakespeare 2.1).
"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' th' moon’s too slow—till newborn chins
Be rough and razorable; she that from whom
We all were sea-swallowed, 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" (Shakespeare 2.1).