Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare
SCENE, The Sea, with a Ship: afterwards an uninhabited Island.
SCENE I.— Another part of the Island.
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO,
GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at
Which end o’ the beam she’d bow. We have
lost your son,
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More windows in them of this business’ making,
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault’s
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
Gon. My lord Sebastian,
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And tie to speak it in; you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.
Seb. Very well.
Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy.
Seb. Foul weather?
Ant. Very foul.
Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,—
Ant. He’d sow it with nettle-seed.
Seb. Or docks, or mallows
Gon. And were the king of it, what would I do?
Seb. ‘Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I’ the commonwealth, I would by con-
Execute all things: for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; no use of service,
Of riches, or of poverty; no contracts,
Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none:
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all me idle, all;
And women too; but innocent and pure:
Seb. And yet he would be king on ‘t.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for-
gets the beginning. [duce
Gon. All things in common nature should pro-
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.
Seb. No marrying ‘mong his subjects?
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern sir.
To excel the golden age.
Seb. Save his majesty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?—
Alon. Pr’ythee, no more: thou dost talk noth-
ing to me.
Gon. 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.
Ant. ‘Twas you we laugh’d at.
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am
nothing to you: so you may continue, and
laugh at nothing still.
Ant. What a blow was there given!
Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.
Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you
would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she
would continue in it five weeks without changing.
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