Which touching but my gentle vessel’s side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream,31 Enrobe32 the roaring waters with my silks, And, in a word, but even now33 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 bechanced34 would make me sad? But tell not me.35 I know Antonio Is sad to think upon his merchandise.
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37. (lines 43–44) my wealth is not dependent on this year’s trade
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ANTONIO Believe me, no. I thank my fortune for it, My ventures are not in one bottom36 trusted, Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this present year.37 Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad.