Enter Antonio，Salerio 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.
SALERIO Your mind is tossing on the ocean；
There where your argosies with portly sail
Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood，
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.
SOLANIO 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；
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