Salarino Your mind is tossing on the ocean; There, where your argosies with portly sail, Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood 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. Questions from theese line
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