MERCHANT OF VENICE
the sea
As
Quition
Salarino:
Your mind is tossing
on the ocean,
There where your argosies with portly
sail
Like signiors and rich burghere on the flood,
Or as it were the pageants of
That coustsy
to them, do them reverence
they fly by them with their woven
woven winge.
whom are these words spoken ? who else is
Present on this occassion - (4)
(b) Quote the important lines spoken by the other pesson
just before this which prompts the speaken
say
the above lines, (4)
(c) Explain the meanings of "That country - wings
(d) Give the meanings of argosies, signiors, pageants,
reverence. (A)
(a) To whom
cooven
,
(4)
Answers
The process by which green plants and some other organisms use sunlight to syrhesize nutrients from carbon dioxide and water. Photosynthesis in plants generally involves the green pigment chlorophyll and generates oxygen as a by-product
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Original Text
Translated Text
Source: Folger Shakespeare Library
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. 5
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 burghers on the flood, 10
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, 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,
Piring 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.
SALARINO My wind cooling my broth
Would blow me to an ague when I thought
What harm a wind too great might do at sea. 25
I should not see the sandy hourglass run
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 30
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, 35
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 bechanced would make me sad?
But tell not me: I know Antonio 40
Is sad to think upon his merchandise.
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: 45
Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad.
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 50
For you to laugh and leap, and say you are merry
Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed
Janus,
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time:
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes 55
And laugh like parrots at a bagpiper,
And other of such vinegar aspect
That they’ll not show their teeth in way of smile
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Enter Bassanio, Lorenzo, and Gratiano.
Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman, 60
Gratiano, and Lorenzo. Fare you well.
We leave you now with better company.
SALARINO
I would have stayed till I had made you merry,
If worthier friends had not prevented me.
ANTONIO
Your worth is very dear in my regard. 65
I take it your own business calls on you,
And you embrace th’ occasion to depart.
SALARINO
Good morrow, my good lords.
BASSANIO
Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? Say,
when? 70
You grow exceeding strange. Must it be so?
SALARINO
We’ll make our leisures to attend on yours.
Salarino and Solanio exit.
Antonio (a Venetian merchant) is hanging out with his friends Salarino and Solanio on a street in Venice. Antonio is a sad bunny, though he claims he doesn't know why.
Instead of trying to cheer him up, his friends Solanio and Salarino volunteer reasons why he might be depressed. They suggest that maybe he's worried about all the big ventures he's financed at sea. His ships are out there with goods; if they make it back safely, he'll be rich—but if they don't, he'll be in trouble.
Antonio insists that his merchandise at sea is not the cause of his sadness. He's diversified his assets, so no single vent