Gonzalo
It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy.
Sebastian
Foul weather?
Antonio
Very foul.
Gonzalo
Had I plantation of this isle, my lord—
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’ 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;—