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ACT 1
Scene 1
Enter Antonio, Salarino, and Solanio.
ANTONIO
In sooth I know not why I am so sad.
It wearies me, you say it wearies you.
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff ’tis 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.
SALARINO
Your mind is tossing on the ocean,
There where your argosies with portly sail
(Like signiors and rich [...]