_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 to you:[401-33] so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. _Anto._ What a blow was there given! _Sebas._ An it had not fallen flat-long.[401-34] _Gonza._ You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the Moon out of her sphere, if she would[402-35] continue in it five weeks without changing. _Enter ARIEL, invisible, playing solemn music._ _Sebas._ We would so, and then go a-bat-fowling.[402-36] _Anto._ Nay, good my lord, be not angry. _Gonza._ No, I warrant you; I will not adventure[402-37] my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep? for I am very heavy. _Anto._ Go sleep, and hear us not. [_All sleep[402-38] but ALON., SEBAS., and ANTO._ _Alon._ What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find They are inclined to do so. _Sebas._ Please you, sir, Do not omit[402-39] the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. _Anto._ We two, my lord, Will guard your person while you take your rest, And watch your safety.