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THE
MERCHANT OF VENICE
ACT I Scene I. Venice. A street
Enter Antonio, Salarino, and Salanio
Ant. In sooth, I know not why I ana so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; feut how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff't is made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me That I have much ado to know myself.
Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; There, where your argosies with portly sail. Like signiors and rich burgh^s on the flood, lo
Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea. Do overpeer the petty traffickers, That curtsy to them, do them reverence. As they fly by them with their woven wings.
Salan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, The better part of my affections would Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind, Peering in maps for ports and piers and roads; And every object that might make me fear 20