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'Scape being drunk for want of wine. |
GONZALO: |
I' the commonwealth I would by contraries |
Execute all things; for no kind of traffic |
Would I admit; no name of magistrate; |
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, |
And use of service, none; contract, succession, |
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; |
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; |
No occupation; all men idle, all; |
And women too, but innocent and pure; |
No sovereignty;-- |
SEBASTIAN: |
Yet he would be king on't. |
ANTONIO: |
The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the |
beginning. |
GONZALO: |
All things in common nature should produce |
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, |
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, |
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, |
Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, |
To feed my innocent people. |
SEBASTIAN: |
No marrying 'mong his subjects? |
ANTONIO: |
None, man; all idle: whores and knaves. |
GONZALO: |
I would with such perfection govern, sir, |
To excel the golden age. |
SEBASTIAN: |
God save his majesty! |
ANTONIO: |
Long live Gonzalo! |
GONZALO: |
And,--do you mark me, sir? |
ALONSO: |
Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. |
GONZALO: |
I do well believe your highness; and |
did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, |
who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that |
they always use to laugh at nothing. |
ANTONIO: |
'Twas you we laughed at. |
GONZALO: |
Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing |
to you: so you may continue and laugh at |
nothing still. |
ANTONIO: |
What a blow was there given! |
SEBASTIAN: |
An it had not fallen flat-long. |
GONZALO: |
You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift |
the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue |
in it five weeks without changing. |
SEBASTIAN: |
We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. |
ANTONIO: |
Nay, good my lord, be not angry. |
GONZALO: |
No, I warrant you; I will not adventure |
my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh |
me asleep, for I am very heavy? |
ANTONIO: |
Go sleep, and hear us. |
ALONSO: |
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes |
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find |
They are inclined to do so. |
SEBASTIAN: |
Please you, sir, |
Do not omit the heavy offer of it: |
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, |
It is a comforter. |