THE TEMPEST
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Gonzalo.
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.
Gonzalo.
But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit,—
Sebastian.
As many vouched rarities are.
Gonzalo.
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.
