Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 510 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
O sir, I thank you, you do love my Lord: You have known him long, and be you well assured, He shall in strangest, stand no farther off, Then in a politic distance. I but Lady, The policy may either last so long, Or feed upon such nice, and waterish diet, Or breed itself, so out of circumstance, That I being absent, and my place supplied, My General will forget my love and service. Do not doubt that, before Emillia here, I give thee warrant of thy place; assure thee If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it To the last Article; my Lord shall never rest, I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience; His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift, I'll intermingle every thing he does, With Cassio's suit; therefore be merry Cassio, For thy soiliciter shall rather die, Theu give thee cause: away. Madam, here comes my Lord. Madam, I'll take my leave. Why stay and hear me speak. Madam not now, I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purpose. Well, do your discretion. Ha', I like not that. What dost thou say? Nothing my Lord, or if, I know not what. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife? Cassio my Lord?— no sure, I cannot think it, That he would sneak away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming. I do believe 'twas he. How now my Lord, I have been talking with a suitor here, A man that languishes in your displeasure. Who is't you mean? Why your Lieutenant Cassio, good my Lord, If I have any grace or power to move you, His present reconsiliation take: For if he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning, I have no judgement in an honest face, I prithee call him back. Went he hence now? Yes faith, so humbled, That he has left part of his griefs with me, I suffer with him; good love call him back. Not now sweet Desdemona some other time. But shalt be shortly? The sooner sweet for you. Shalt be to night at supper? No, not to night. To morrow dinner then? I shall not dine at home, I meet the Captains, at the Citadel. Why then to morrow night, or Tuesday morn, On Tuesday morn, or night, or Wednesday morn, I prithee name the time, but let it not Exceed three days: I faith he's penitent, And yet his trespass, in our common reason, (Save that they say, the wars must make examples, Out of her best) is not almost a fault, To incur a private check: when shall he come? Tell me Othello: I wonder in my soul, What you could ask me, that I should deny? Or stand so muttering on? What Michael Cassio? That came a wooing with you, and so many a time When I have spoke of you dispraisingly, Hath ta'en your part, to have so much to do To bring him in? Birlady I could do much.
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O sir, I thanke you, you doe loue my Lord: You haue knowne him long, and be you well assur'd, He shall in strangest, stand no farther off, Then in a politique distance. I but Lady, The pollicy may either last so long, Or feede vpon such nice, and watrish diet, Or breed it selfe, so out of circumstance, That I being absent, and my place supplied, My Generall will forget my loue and seruice▪ Doe not doubt that, before Emillia here, I giue thee warraut of thy place; assure thee If I doe vow a friendship, I'le performe it To the last Article; my Lord shall neuer rest, I'le watch him tame, and talke him out of patience; His bed shall seeme a schoole, his boord a shrift, I'le intermingle euery thing he does, With Cassio's suite; therefore be merry Cassio, For thy soiliciter shall rather die, Theu giue thee cause: away. Madam, here comes my Lord. Madam, I'le take my leaue. Why stay and heare me speake. Madam not now, I am very ill at ease, Vnfit for mine owne purpose. Well, doe your discretion. Ha, I like not that. Wht doest thou say? Nothing my Lord, or if, I know not what. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife? Cassio my Lord?—no sure, I cannot thinke it, Tha he would sneake away so guilty-like, Seeing you comming. I doe beleeue twas he. How now my Lord, I haue beene talking with a suiter here, A man that languishes in your displeasure. Who i'st you meane? Why your Leiutenant Cassio, good my Lord, If I haue any grace or power to moue you, His present reconsiliation take: For if he be not one that truely loues you, That erres in ignorance, and not in cunning, I haue no iudgement in an honest face, I preethee call him backe. Went he hence now? Yes faith, so humbled, That he has left part of his griefes with me, I suffer with him; good loue call him backe. Not now sweete Desdemona some other time. But shal't be shortly? The sooner sweete for you. Shal't be to night at supper? No, not to night. To morrow dinner then? I shall not dine at home, I meete the Captaines, at the Cittadell. Why then to morrow night, or Tuesday morne, On Tuesday morne, or night, or Wensday morne, I preethee name the time, but let it not Exceed three dayes: I faith hee's penitent, And yet his trespasse, in our common reason, (Saue that they say, the warres must make examples, Out of her best) is not almost a fault, To incurre a priuate checke: when shall he come? Tell me Othello: I wonder in my soule, What you could aske me, that I should deny? Or stand so muttering on? What Michael Casio? That came a wooing with you, and so many a time When I haue spoke of you dispraisingly, Hath tane your part, to haue so much to doe To bring him in? Birlady I could doe much.