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 its 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
God save his majesty!
Antonio
Long live Gonzalo!
Gonzalo
And—do you mark me, sir?
Alonso
Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.