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- ACT TWO THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE
Ooazalo. How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green !
Antonio. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Sebastian. With an eye of green in 't.Antonio. He misses not much.
Sebastian. No ; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
Qonzalo. But the rarity of it is, — which is indeed almost beyond
credit,—
Sebastian. As many vouched rarities are.
Qonzalo. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in
the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness and glosses,
being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.
Antonio. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not
say he lies?
Sebastian. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
Qonzalo. Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we
put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the kingfs
fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
Sebastian. Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our
return.
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