Antonia bola:
such kehta hoon
muje samaj nahi aa raha
kyon main dukhi hoon:
hamesha thakka rehta hoon
bor hua rehta hoon
kahan se ye sub bechaaini aaee
kaisay main ne is ko paaya
kis dhatto ki ye bani hui hai
kahan is ki paidaish hai
main sub jaan ne ko yahaN aaya hoon;
ye muje paagal sa banaey rakhti hai
muj main halchal lagaey rakhti hai
is ko main jaan-na chahta hoon.
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SCENE I. Venice. A street.
Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO
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;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myselfo
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