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
Gonzalo
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.
Sebastian
’Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
Adrian
Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.
Gonzalo
Not since widow Dido’s time.
Antonio
Widow! a pox o’ that! How came that widow in? widow Dido!
Sebastian
What if he had said “widower Aenea” too? Good Lord, how you take it!
Adrian
“Widow Dido” said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.