Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 505 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Nor I, I would not there reside, To put my father in impatient thoughts, By being in his eye: most gracious Duke, To my unfolding lend a gracious ear, And let me find a charter in your voice, And if my simpleness.— What would you— speak. That I did love the Moor, to live with him, My down right violence, and scorn of Fortunes, May trumpet to the world: my hearts subdued, even to the utmost pleasure of my Lord: I saw Othelloes' visage in his mind, And to his Honours, and his valiant parts Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate: So that dear Lords, if I be left behind, A moth of peace, and he go to the war, The rites for which I love him, are bereft me, And I a heavy interim shall support, By his dear absence, let me go with him. Your voices Lords: beseech you let her will, Have a free way, I therefore beg it not To please the palate of my appetite, Nor to comply with heat, the young affects In my defunct, and proper satisfaction, But to be free and bounteous of her mind, And heaven defend your good souls that you think I will your serious and good business scant, For she is with me;— no, when light-winged toys, And feathered Cupid foils with wanton dulness, My speculative and active instruments, That my disports, corrupt and taint my business, Let huswives make a skellet of my Helm, And all indigne and base adversities, Make head against my reputation. Be it, as you shall privately determine, Either for stay or going, the affairs cry haste, And speed must answer, you must hence to night, To night my Lord? This night. With all my heart. At ten i' the morning here we'll meet again. Othello, leave some officer behind, And he shall our Commission bring to you, With such things else of quality or respect, As doth concern you. Please your Grace, my Ancient, A man he is of honesty and trust, To his conveyance I assign my wife, With what else needful your good Grace shall think, To be sent after me. Let it be so: Good night to every one, and noble Signior, If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son in law is far more fair than black. Adieu brave Moor, use Desdemona well. Look to her Moor, have a quick eye to see, She has deceived her father, may do thee. My life upon her faith: honest Iago, My Desdemona must I leave to thee, I prithee let thy wife attend on her, And bring her after in the best advantage; Come Desdemona, I have but an hour Of love, of worldly matters, and direction, To spend with thee, we must obey the time. Iago. What sayest thou noble heart? What will I do thinkest thou? Why go to bed and sleep. I will incontinently drown myself. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love thee after it, Why, thou silly Gentleman.
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Nor I, I would not there reside, To put my father in impatient thoughts, By being in his eye: most gracious Duke, To my vnfolding lend a gracious are, And let me finde a charter in your voyce, And if my simplenesse.— What would you—speake. That I did loue the Moore, to liue with him, My downe right violence, and scorne of Fortunes, May trumpet to the world: my hearts subdued, uen to the vtmost pleasure of my Lord: I saw Othelloes vissage in his minde, And to his Honors, and his valiant parts Did I my soule and fortunes consecrate: So that deere Lords, if I be left behinde, A Mothe of peace, and he goe to the warre, The rites for which I loue him, are bereft me, And I a heauy interim shall support, By his deare absence, le me goe with him. Your voyces Lords: beseech you let her will, Haue a free way, I therefore bg it not To the of my appee, No to comy with , the young affects▪ In my defunct, and proper satisfaction, But to be free and bounteous of her mind, And heauen defend your good soules that you thinke I will your serious and good businesse scant, For she is with me;—, when light-wingd toyes, And feather'd Cupid foyles with wanton dulnesse, My speculatiue and actiue instruments, That my disports, corrupt and taint my businesse, Let huswiues make a skellet of my Helme, And all indigne and base aduersities, Make head against my reputation. Be it, as you shall priuately determine, Either for stay or going, the affaires cry hast, And speede must answer, you must hence to night, To night my Lord? This night. With all my heart. At ten i' the morning here weel meete againe. Othello, leaue some officer behind, And he shall our Commission bring to you, With such things else of quality or respect, As doth concerne you. Please your Grace, my Ancient, A man he is of honesty and trust, To his conueyance I assigne my wife, With what else needefull your good Grace shall thinke, To be sent after me. Let it be so: Good night to euery one, and noble Seignior, If virtue no delighted beauty lacke, Your son n law is farre more faire then blacke. Adue braue Moore, vse Desdemona well. Looke to her Moore, haue a quicke eye to see, She has deceiu'd her father, may doe thee. My life vpon her faith: honest Iago, My Desdemona must I leaue to thee, I preethee let thy wife attend on her, And bring her after in the best aduantage; Come Desdemona, I haue but an houre Of loue, of worldly matters, and direction, To spend with thee, we must obey the time. Iago. What saiest thou noble heart? What will I doe thinkest thou? Why goe to bed and sleepe. I will incontinently drowne my selfe. Well, if thou doest, I shall neuer loue thee after it, Wy, thou silly Gentlemn.