Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,—
Ant. He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
Antonio: 'Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon' (page 61).
Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine.
Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things: for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate: