SCENE[5]—_Partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the seat of Portia, on the Continent._ ~~~~~ Footnotes: 1: DRAMATIS PERSONÆ] First given in Q3. See note (I). 2: THE......MOROCCO] Morochus, a Prince. Q3 Q4. Morochius, a Moorish Prince. Rowe. 3: SALERIO] See note (IX). 4: BALTHASAR] Theobald, om. Q3 Q4. 5: SCENE...] Rowe. ~~~~~ THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. ACT 1. SCENE I. _Venice. A street._ _Enter_ ANTONIO, SALARINO, _and_ SALANIO. _Ant._ 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; 5 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 burghers on the flood, 10 Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea, Do overpeer the petty traffickers, That curt’sy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings. _Salan._ Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, 15 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 Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt Would make me sad. _Salar._ My wind, cooling my broth, Would blow me to an ague, when I thought What harm a wind too great at sea might do. I should not see the sandy hour-glass run, 25 But I should think of shallows and of flats, And see my wealthy Andrew dock’d in sand Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs To kiss her burial. Should I go to church And see the holy edifice of stone, 30 And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, Which touching but my gentle vessel’s side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream; Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks; And, in a word, but even now worth this, 35 And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought To think on this; and shall I lack the thought, That such a thing bechanced would make me sad? But tell not me; I know, Antonio Is sad to think upon his merchandise. 40 _Ant._ Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this present year: Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad. 45 _Salar._ Why, then you are in love. _Ant._ Fie, fie!