To assure me of that seeming present.
Clo. Ay?
Seg. Ay; and even told me of the very stars
You tell me here of—how in spite of them,
I was enlarged to all that glory.
Clo. Ay,
By the false spirits’ nice contrivance thus
A little truth oft leavens all the false,
The better to delude us.
Seg. For you know