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The Tempest, II. i

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks!

how green!

Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in 't.

Ant. He misses not much.

Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth

totally.

Gon. But the rarity of it is,—which is indeed

almost beyond credit,—

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were,

drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their

freshness and glosses; being rather new-dyed

than stain'd with salt water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak,

would it not say he lies?

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.

Gon. 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.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper

well in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with

such a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow! a pox o' that! How came that

widow in? Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas

too? Good Lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me

study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

 58 eye: spot

59 misses not much: is not far wrong

64 vouch'd: asserted

69 pockets; cf. n.

