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).

Seb. Or docks, or mallows

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: