Sebastian (cont.)
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them of this business’ making
Than we bring men to comfort them:
The fault’s your own.
Alonso
So is the dear’st o’ the loss.
Gonzalo
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.
Antonio
And most chirurgeonly.