ANTONIO.
He’d 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’ th’ 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.