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 it 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.
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 laugh’d 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 mettle: you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.
[Enter ARIEL, invisible, playing solemn music]
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.
[All sleep but ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO]
ALONSO.
What! all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
They are inclin’d 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.
ANTONIO.
We two, my lord,
Will guard your person while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
ALONSO.
Thank you. Wondrous heavy!
[ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL.]
SEBASTIAN.
What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
ANTONIO.
It is the quality o’ th’ climate.
SEBASTIAN.
Why
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
Myself dispos’d to sleep.
ANTONIO.
Nor I: my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;
They dropp’d, as by a thunderstroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian? O! what might?—No more:—
And yet methinks I see it in thy face,
What thou should’st be: The occasion speaks thee; and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.
SEBASTIAN.
What! art thou waking?
ANTONIO.
Do you not hear me speak?
SEBASTIAN.
I do: and surely
It is a sleepy language, and thou speak’st
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.
ANTONIO.
Noble Sebastian,
Thou let’st thy fortune sleep—die rather: wink’st
Whiles thou art waking.
SEBASTIAN.
Thou dost snore distinctly:
There’s meaning in thy snores.
ANTONIO.
I am more serious than my custom; you
Must be so too, if heed me: which to do
Trebles thee o’er.
SEBASTIAN.
Well, I am standing water.
ANTONIO.
I’ll teach you how to flow.
SEBASTIAN.
Do so: to ebb,
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
ANTONIO.
O!
If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men indeed,
Most often, do so near the bottom run
By their own fear or sloth.
SEBASTIAN.
Prithee, say on:
The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
A matter from thee, and a birth, indeed
Which throes thee much to yield.
ANTONIO.
Thus, sir: