Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 480 words
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Prithee peace. You were kneeled too, & importuned otherwise By all of us: and the fair soul herself Weighed between loathness, and obedience, at Which end o' th' beam should bow: we have lost your son, I fear for ever: Milan and Naples have more widows in them of this business making, Then we bring men to comfort them: The faults your own. So is the doer'st o'th' loss. 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. Very well. And most Chirurgeonly. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir, When you are cloudy. Fowl weather? Very foul. Had I plantation of this Isle my Lord. he'd sowed with Nettle-seed. Or dockes, or Mallows. And were the King on't, what would I do? Escape being drunk, for want of Wine. 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, Borne, 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. Yet he would be King on't. The latter end of his Commonwealth forgets the beginning. 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 foyzon, all abundance To feed my innocent people. No marrying 'mong his subjects? None (man) all idle; Whores and knaves, I would with such perfection govern Sir: T' Excel the Golden Age. 'Saue his Majesty. Long live Gonzalo. And do you mark me, Sir? Prithee no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. I do well believe your Highness, and did it to minister occasion to these Gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble Lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing. 'Twas you we laughed at. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. What a blow was there given? And it had not fall'n flatlong. You are Gentlemen of brave metal: you would lift the Moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing. We would so, and then go a Batfowling. Nay good my Lord, be not angry. No I warrant you, I will not adventure my discretion so weakly: Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy. Go sleep, and hear us. What, all so soon asleep? I wish mine eyes Would (with themselves) shut up my thoughts, I find they are inclined to do so.
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Pre-thee peace. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwiſe By all of vs: and the faire ſoule her ſelfe Waigh'd betweene loathneſſe, and obedience, at Which end o' th' beame ſhould bow: we haue loſt your ſon, I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue Mo widdowes in them of this buſineſſe making, Then we bring men to comfort them: The faults your owne. So is the doer'ſt oth' loſſe. My Lord Sebaſtian, The truth you ſpeake doth lacke ſome gentleneſſe, And time to ſpeake it in: you rub the ſore, When you ſhould bring the plaiſter. Very well. And moſt Chirurgeonly. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir, When you are cloudy. Fowle weather? Very foule. Had I plantation of this Iſle my Lord. Hee'd ſow't vvith Nettle-ſeed. Or dockes, or Mallowes. And were the King on't, what vvould I do? Scape being drunke, for want of Wine. I' th' Commonwealth I vvould (by contraries) Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke Would I admit: No name of Magiſtrate: Letters ſhould not be knowne: Riches, pouerty, And vſe of ſeruice, none: Contract, Succeſsion, Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none: No vſe of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle: No occupation, all men idle, all: And Women too, but innocent and pure: No Soueraignty. Yet he vvould be King on't. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets the beginning. All things in common Nature ſhould produce Without ſweat or endeuour: Treaſon, fellony, Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine Would I not haue: but Nature ſhould bring forth Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance To feed my innocent people. No marrying 'mong his ſubiects? None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues, I vvould vvith ſuch perfection gouerne Sir: T' Excell the Golden Age. 'Saue his Maieſty. Long liue Gonzalo. And do you marke me, Sir? Pre-thee no more: thou doſt talke nothing to me. I do vvell beleeue your Highneſſe, and did it to miniſter occaſion to theſe Gentlemen, who are of ſuch ſenſible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes vſe to laugh at nothing. 'Twas you vve laugh'd at. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: ſo you may continue, and laugh at nothing ſtill. What a blow vvas there giuen? And it had not falne flat-long. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would lift the Moone out of her ſpheare, if ſhe would continue in it fiue weekes vvithout changing. We vvould ſo, and then go a Bat-fowling. Nay good my Lord, be not angry. No I warrant you, I vvill not aduenture my diſcretion ſo weakly: Will you laugh me aſleepe, for I am very heauy. Go ſleepe, and heare vs. What, all ſo ſoone aſleepe? I wiſh mine eyes Would (with themſelues) ſhut vp my thoughts, I finde they are inclin'd to do ſo.