23An. IN sooth I know not why I am so sad,

34It wearies me, you say it wearies you;

45But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,

56What stuffe tis made of, whereof it is borne,

67I am to learne: and such a want-wit sadnes

78 makes of mee,

89That I haue much adoe to know my selfe.

910Salarino. Your minde is tossing on the Ocean,

1011There where your Argosies with portlie sayle

1112Like Signiors and rich Burgars on the flood,

1213Or as it were the Pageants of the sea,

1314Doe ouer-peere the petty traffiquers

1415That cursie to them do them reuerence

1516As they flie by them with theyr wouen wings.

1617Salanio. Beleeue mee sir, had I such venture forth,

1718The better part of my affections would

1819Be with my hopes abroade. I should be still

1920Plucking the grasse to know where sits the wind,

2021Piring in Maps for ports, and peers and rodes:

2122And euery obiect that might make me feare

2223Mis-fortune to my ventures, out of doubt

2324Would make me sad.

2425Salar. My wind cooling my broth,

2526would blow me to an ague when I thought

2627what harme a winde too great might doe at sea.

2728I should not see the sandie howre-glasse runne

2829But I should thinke of shallowes and of flatts,

2930And see my wealthy Andrew docks in sand

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