Antonio

(fair warning this guy speaks a lot) *Antonio is upset, why? no one really knows he speaks wearily* 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 wantwit of sadness makes of me That i have much ado to know myself. (basically he's sad and had no clue why)