Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
And what's he then, that says I play the villain, When this advice is free I give, and honest, Probal to thinking, and indeed the course, To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy The inclining Desdemona to subdue, In any honest suit, she's framed as fruitful, As the free Elements: and then for her To win the Moor, were't to renounce his baptism, All seals and symbols of redeemed sin, His soul is so enfettered to her love, That she may make, unmake, do what she list, Even as her appetite shall play the god With his weak function: how am I then a villain? To counsel Cassio to this parrallell course. Directly to his good: divinity of hell, When devils will their blackest sins put on, They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, As I do now: for while this honest fool Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, And she for him, pleads strongly to the Moor: I'll pour this pestilence into his ear, That she repeals him for her body's lust; And by how much she strives to do him good, She shall undo her credit with the Moor, So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh 'em all: How now Roderigo? I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry: my money is almost spent, I ha' been to night exceedingly well cudgeled: I think the issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my pains, as that comes to, and no money at all, and with that wit return to Venice. How poor are they, that ha' not patience? What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? Thou knowest we work by wit, and not by witchcraft, And wit depends on dilatory time. Dost not go well? Cassio has beaten thee. And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashiered Cassio, Tho other things grow fair against the sun, But fruits that blossom first, will first be ripe Content thyself awhile; bi'the mass 'tis morning; Pleasure, and action, make the hours seem short: Retire thee, go where thou art bill t, Away I say, thou shalt know more hereafter: Nay get thee gone. Some things are to be done, My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress, I'll set her on. Myself awhile, to draw the Moor apart, And bring him jump, when he may Cassio find, Soliciting his wife: I, that's the way, Dull not device by coldness and delay. MAster's, play here, I will content your pains. Something that's brief, and bid good morrow General. Why masters, ha' your instruments been at Naples, that they speak i'the nose thus? How sir, how? Are these I pray, cald wind Instruments? I marry are they sir. O, thereby hangs a tail. Whereby hangs a tail sir?
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And what's he then, that saye I play the villaine, When this aduice is free I giue, and honest, Proball to thinking, and indeed the course, To win the Moore agen? For tis most easie The inclining Desdemona to subdue, In any honest suite, she's fram'd as fruitfull, As the free Elements: and then for her To win the Moore▪ wer't to renounce his baptisme, All sales and symbols of redeemed sin, His soule is so infetter'd to her loue, That she may make, vnmake, doe what she list, Euen as her appetite shall play the god With his weake function: how am I then a villaine? To counsell Cassio to this parrallell course. Directly to his good: diuinity of hell, When diuells will their blackest sins put on, They doe suggest at first with heauenly shewes, As I doe now: for while this honest foole Plyes Desdemona to repaire his fortunes, And she for him, pleades strongly to the Moore: I'le poure this pestilence into his are, That she repeales him for her bodyes lust; And by how much she striues to doe him good, She shall vndoe her credit with the Moore, So will I turne her vertue into pitch, And out of her owne goodnesse make the net That shall enmesh em all: How now Roderigo? I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that filles vp the cry: my money is almost spent, I ha bin to night exceedingly well cudgeld: I thinke the issue will be, I shall haue so much experience for my paines, as th comes to, and no money at all, and with that wit returne to Venice. How poore are they, that ha not patience? What wound did euer heale, but by degrees? Thou knowest we worke by wit, and not by wichcraft, And wit depends on dilatory time. Do'st not goe well? Cassio has beaten thee. And thou, by that small hurt, hast casheird Cassio, Tho other things grow faire against the sun, But fruites that blosome first, will first ripe Content thy selfe awhile; bi'the masse tis morning; Pleasure, and action, make the houres seeme short: Retire thee, goe where thou art bill ted, Away I say, thou shalt know more hereafter: Nay get thee gon. Some things are to be done, My wife must moue for Cassi to her mistris, I'le set her on. My selfe awhile, to draw the Moore apart, And bring him iumpe, when he may Cassio finde, Soliciting his wife: I, that's the way▪ Dull not deuise by coldnesse and delay. MAsters, play here, I will content your paines. Something that's briefe, and bid good moow Generall. Why masters, ha your instruments bin at Naples, that they speake i'the nose thus? How sir, how? Are these I pray, cld wind Instruments? I marry are they sir. O, thereby hangs a tayle. Whereby hangs a tayle sir?