...street in Venice. Enter Antonio, Salarino, and Solanio.) ANTONIO: SALARINO: SOLANIO: SALARINO: In truth, I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say...made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn. And such an idiot sadness makes of me That I have much ado to know myself. Your mind is tossing on the ocean,...