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ANTONIO:
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A laughter.
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SEBASTIAN:
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A match!
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ADRIAN:
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Though this island seem to be desert,--
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SEBASTIAN:
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Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid.
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ADRIAN:
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Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,--
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SEBASTIAN:
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Yet,--
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ADRIAN:
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Yet,--
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ANTONIO:
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He could not miss't.
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ADRIAN:
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It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate
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temperance.
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ANTONIO:
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Temperance was a delicate wench.
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SEBASTIAN:
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Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
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ADRIAN:
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The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
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SEBASTIAN:
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As if it had lungs and rotten ones.
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ANTONIO:
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Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
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GONZALO:
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Here is everything advantageous to life.
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ANTONIO:
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True; save means to live.
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SEBASTIAN:
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Of that there's none, or little.
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GONZALO:
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How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
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ANTONIO:
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The ground indeed is tawny.
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SEBASTIAN:
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With an eye of green in't.
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ANTONIO:
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He misses not much.
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SEBASTIAN:
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No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
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GONZALO:
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But the rarity of it is,--which is indeed almost
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beyond credit,--
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SEBASTIAN:
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As many vouched rarities are.
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GONZALO:
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That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in
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the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and
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glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with
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salt water.
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ANTONIO:
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If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not
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say he lies?
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SEBASTIAN:
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Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report
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GONZALO:
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Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we
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put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of
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the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
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SEBASTIAN:
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'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
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ADRIAN:
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Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to
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their queen.
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GONZALO:
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