SCENE I. Venice. A street. Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIOANTONIOIn sooth, I know not why I am so sad:It wearies me; you say it wearies you;But how I caught it,
STANZA ONE I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The first four opening lines of the
Stanza One Is there aught you need that my hands withhold,Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?Lo! I have flung to the East and West The poem opens on