Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 485 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Prithee no more, let him come when he will, I will deny thee nothing. Why this is not a boon, 'tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves: Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm, Or sue to you, to do a peculiar profit To your own person: nay, when I have a suit, Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, It shall be full of poise and difficulty, And fearful to be granted. I will deny thee nothing, Whereon I do beseech thee grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself. Shall I deny you? no, farewell my Lord, Farewell my Desdomona, I'll come to thee strait. Emillia, come, be it as your fancies teach you, What ere you be I am obedient. Excellent wretch, perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee, and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. My noble Lord. What dost thou say Iago? Did Michael Cassio when you wooed my Lady, Know of your love? He did from first to last:— Why dost thou ask? But for a satisfaction of my thoughts. No further harm. Why of thy thought Iago? I did not think he had been acquainted with her. O yes, and went between us very often. Indeed? Indeed? Indeed discernst thou ought in that? Is he not honest? Honest my Lord? Honest? I honest. My Lord, for aught I know. What dost thou think? Think my Lord? Think my Lord? By heaven he echoes me. As if there were some monster in his thought: Too hideous to be shown: thou didst mean something; I heard thee say but now, thou lik'st not that, When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, In my whole course of wooing, thou cried'st indeed? And didst contract, and purse thy brow together, As if thou than hadst shut up in thy brain, Some horrible counsel: if thou dost love me, Show me thy thought. My Lord, you know I love you. I think thou dost, And for I know, thou art full of love and honesty, And weighest thy words, before thou give 'em breath, Therefore these stops of thine affright me the more: For such things in a false disloyal knave, Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just, They are close denotements, working from the heart, That passion cannot rule. For Michael Cassio, I dare presume, I think that he is honest, I think so to. Men should be that they seem, Or those that be not, would they might seem none. Certain, men should be what they seem. Why then I think Cassio's an honest man. Nay yet there's more in this, I prithee speak to me to thy think: As thou dost ruminate, and give the worst of thought, The worst of word.
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Preethee no more, let him come when he will, I will deny thee nothing. Why this is not a boone, Tis as I should intreate you weare your gloues: Or feede on nourishing dishes, or keepe you warme, Or sue to you, to doe a peculiar profit To your owne person: nay, when I haue a suite, Wherein I meane to touch your loue indeed, It shall be full of poise and difficulty, And fearefull to be granted. I will deny thee nothing, Whereon I doe beseech thee grant me this, To leaue me but a little to my selfe. Shall I deny you? no, farewell my Lord, Farewell my Desdomona, I'le come to thee straight. Emillia, come, be it as your fancies teach you, What ere you be I am obedient. Excellent wretch, perdition catch my soule, But I doe loue thee, and when I loue thee not, Chaos is come againe. My noble Lord. What doest thou say Iago? Did Michael Cassio when you wooed my Lady, Know of your loue? He did from first to last:—Why doest thou ake? But for a satisfaction of my thoughts. No further harme. Why of thy thought Iago? I did not thinke he had beene acquainted with her. O yes, and went betweene vs very often. Indeed? Indeed? Indeed disern't thou ought in that? Is he not honest? Honest my Lord? Honest? I honest. My Lord, for ought I know. What doest thou thinke? Thinke my Lord? Thinke my Lord? By heauen he ecchoes me. As if there were some monster in his thought: Too hideous to be shewne: thou didst meane something; I heard thoe say but now, thou lik't not that, When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsell, In my whole course of wooing, thou cridst indeed? And didst contract, and purse thy brow together, As if thou then hadst shut vp in thy braine, Some horrible counsell: if thou doest loue me, Shew me thy thought. My Lord, you know I loue you. I thinke thou doest, And for I know, thou art full of loue and honesty, And weighest thy words, before thou giue em breath, Therefore these stops of tine affright me the more: For such things in a false disloyall knaue, Are trickes of custome; but in a man that's iust, They are close denotements, working from the heart, That passion cannot rule. For Michael Cassio, I dare presume, I thinke that he is hone, I thinke so to. Men ould be that they seeme, Or those that be not, would they might seeme none. Certaine, men should be what they seeme. Why then I thinke Cassio's an honest man. Nay yet there's more in this, I prethee speake to me to thy thinkings: As thou doest ruminate, and giue the worst of thought, The worst of word.