Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.83 · 477 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Good my Lord pardon me; Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to, Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false: As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure, But some uncleanely apprehensions, Keep leets and lawdays, and in Session fit With meditations lawful? Thou dost conspire against thy friend Iago, If thou but thinkest him wronged, and makest his ear A stranger to thy thoughts. I do beseech you, Though I perchance am vicious in my guess, As I confess it is my nature's plague, To spy into abuses, and oft my iealousy Shapes faults that are not, I entreat you then; From one that so imperfectly coniects, You'd take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble, Out of my scattering, and unsure observance; It were not for your quiet, nor your good, Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom, To let you know my thoughts, Zouns. Good name in man and woman's dear my Lord; Is the immediate jewel of our souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash 'tis something, nothing, 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slain to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. By heaven I'll know thy thought. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody: O be aware jealousy. It is the green eyed monster, which doth mock That meat it feeds on. That Cuckold liues in bliss, Who certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But oh, what damned minutes tells he over, Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves. O misery. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough, But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor: Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy, Why, why is this? Thinkest thou I'd make a life of iealousie? To follow still the changes of the Moon With fresh suspicions? No, to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved: exchange me for a Goat, When I shall turn the business of my soul To such exufflicate, and blown surmises, Matching thy inference: 'tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous: Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest feare, or doubt of her revolt, For she had eyes, and chose me: no Iago, I'll see before I doubt, when I doubt, prove, And on the proof, there is no more but this: Away at once with love or jealousy.
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 838 · TCP A11992 · DEEP 694
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1387–1449 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 50 in this edition
Length
477 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.834 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Good my Lord pardon me; Though I am bound to uery act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaues are free to, Vtter my thoughts? Why, say they are vil and false: As where's that pallace, whereinto foule things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure, But some vncleanely apprehensions, Keepe ltes and law-dayes, and in Session fit With meditations lawfull? Thou doest conspire against thy friend Iago, If thou but thinkest him wrongd, and makest his eare A stranger to thy thoughts. I doe beeech you, Though I perchance am vicious in my ghesse, As I confesse it is my natures plague, To spy into abuses, and oft my ialousie Shapes faults that are not, I intreate you then; From one that so imperfectly coniects, You'd take no notice, nor build your selfe a troubl, Out of my scattering, and vnsure obseruance; It were not for your quiet, nor your good, Nor for my manhood▪ honesty, or wisedome, To et you know my thoughts, Zouns. Good name in man and woman's dr my Lord; Is the immediate Iewell of our soules: Who steales my purse, steals trash tis something, nothing, Twas mine, tis his, and has bin slane to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that, which not iriches him, And makes me poore indeed. By heauen I'le know thy thought. You cannot, if my heat were in your hand, Nor shall not, whilst tis in my custody: O be ware ialousi. It is the greene eyd monster, which doth mocke That meate it feedes on. That Cuckold lues in blisse, Who certaine of his fate, loues not his wronger: But oh, what dmned minutes tels he ore, Who dot, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loues. O isery. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough, But ches, finelsse, is as poore as winter, To him that eur feares he shall be poore: Good God, the soules of all my tribe defend From iealousie, Why, why is this? Thinkst thou I'de make a life of ialousie? To follow still the changes of the Moone With fresh suspitions? No, to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolud: exchange me for a Goate, When I shall turne the businesse of my soule To such exufflicate, and blowne surmises, Matching thy inference: tis not to make me iealous, To say my wife is faire, feedes well, loues company, Is free of speech, sings, playes, and dances well; Where vertue is, these are more vertuous: Nor from mine owne weake merrits will I draw The smallest fare, or doubt of her reuolt, For she had eis, and chose me: no Iago, I'le see bfore I doubt, when I doubt, proue, And on the proofe, there is no more but this: Away at once with loue or iealousie.