Page 1061 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

My lord Sebastian,
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.

SEBASTIAN
Very well. [135]

ANTONIO
And most chirurgeonly.

GONZALO
It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy.

SEBASTIAN
Fowl weather?

ANTONIO
Very foul.

GONZALO
Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, −

ANTONIO

He ’d sow ’t’ with nettle-seed.

SEBASTIAN

Or docks, or mallows. [140]

GONZALO
And were the King on ’t what would I do?

SEBASTIAN
’Scape being drunk for want of wine.

GONZALO