Page 394 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

SALERIO

My wind cooling my broth
Would blow me to an ague when I thought
What harm a wind too great might do at sea.

I should not see the sandy hour-glass run [25]
But I should think of shallows and of flats,
And see my wealthy Andrew docked 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]

ANTONIO
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]

SOLANIO
Why then you are in love.

ANTONIO

Fie, fie!

SOLANIO

Not in love neither? Then let us say you are sad
Because you are not merry; and ’twere as easy
For you to laugh and leap, and say you are merry