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ALONSO: |
Prithee, peace. |
SEBASTIAN: |
You were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise |
By all of us, and the fair soul herself |
Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at |
Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost your |
son, |
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. |
GONZALO: |
It is foul weather in us all, good sir, |
When you are cloudy. |
SEBASTIAN: |
Foul weather? |
ANTONIO: |
Very foul. |
GONZALO: |
Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,-- |
ANTONIO: |
He'ld sow't with nettle-seed. |
SEBASTIAN: |
Or docks, or mallows. |
GONZALO: |
And were the king on't, what would I do? |
SEBASTIAN: |
'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? |