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.

_Alon._ So is the dear'st[399-22] o' the loss.

_Gonza._ 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.

_Sebas._ Very well.

_Auto._ And most chirurgeonly.[399-23]

_Gonza._ It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy.[400-24]

_Sebas._ Foul weather!

_Anto._ Very foul.

_Gonza._ Had I plantation[400-25] of this isle, my lord,--

_Anto._ He'd sow't with nettle-seed.

_Sebas._ Or docks, or mallows.

_Gonza._--And were the King on't, what would I do?

_Sebas._ 'Scape being drunk for want of wine.

_Gonza._ 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,[400-26]
Bourn,[400-27] bound of land, tilth,[400-28] 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:--

_Sebas._ Yet he would be king on't.

_Anto._ The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

_Gonza._ All things in common Nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,[401-29]
Would I not have; but Nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foison,[401-30] all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

_Sebas._ No marrying 'mong his subjects?

_Anto._ None, man; all idle.

_Gonza._ I would with such perfection govern, sir,
T' excel the golden age.[401-31]

_Sebas._ God save his Majesty!

_Anto._ Long live Gonzalo!

_Gonza._ And--do you mark me, sir?--

_Alon._ Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.

_Gonza._ I do well believe your Highness; and did it to minister
occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible[401-32] and nimble
lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.

_Anto._ 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

_Gonza._ Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing