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SALARINO: 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,
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
up 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.​

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