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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 might do at sea.

I should not see the sandy hour-glass run

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,

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,

And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought

To think on this, and shall I lack the thought

That such a thing bechanc'd would make me sad?

But tell not me: I know Antonio

Is sad to think upon his merchandise.

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.

Salar. Why, then you are in love.

Ant.Fie, fie!

Salar. Not in love neither? Then let's say you are sad.

Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy

For you to laugh and leap, and say you are merry,

 27 wealthy: richly laden

28 Vailing: letting down

high-top: topmast

35, 36 but even nothing: think how in a moment I may he deprived of all this wealth

36 thought: anxiety

38 bechanc'd: if it happened 