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 · 534 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.
I am glad of it, for now I shall have reason, To show the love and duty that I bear you, With franker spirit: therefore as I am bound Receive it from me: I speak not yet of proof, Look to your wife, observe her well with Cassio; Wear your eye thus, not jealous, nor secure, I would not have your free and noble nature, Out of selfe-bounty be abused, look to't: I know our Country disposition well, In Venice they do let God see the pranks They dare show their husbands: their best conscience, Is not to leave undone, but keep unknown. Doest thou say o. She did deceive her father marrying you; And when she seemed to shake and fear your looks, She loved them most. And so she did. Why go too then, She that so young, could give our such a seeming, To seal her father's eyes vp, close as Oak, He thought 'twas witchcraft: but I am much too blame, I humbly do beseech you of your pardon, For too much loving you. I am bound to thee for ever. I see this hath a little dashed your spirits. Not a jot, not a iot. i'faith I fear it has. I hope you will consider what is spoke, Comes from my love: But I do see you are moved, I am to pray you, not to strain my speech, To grosser issues, nor to larger reach, Then to suspicion. I will not. Should you do so my Lord, My speech should fall into such vile success, As my thoughts aim not at: Cassio's my trusty friend: My Lord, I see you are moved. No, not much moved, I do not think but Desdemona's honest. Long live she so, and long live you to think so. And yet how nature erring from itself. I, there's the point: as to be bold with you, Not to affect many proposed matches, Of her own Clime, complexion, and degree, Whereto we see in all things, nature tends; Fie we may smell in such a will, most rank Fowl disproportion: thoughts unnatural. But pardon me: I do not in position. Destinctly speak of her, though I may fear Her will recoiling to her better judgement, May fall to match you with her country forms, And happily repent, Farewell, if more Thou dost perceive, let me know more, set on Thy wife to observe: leave me Iago. My Lord I take my leave. Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtless Sees and knows more, much more than he unfoulds. My Lord, I would I might entreat your honour, To scan this thing no further, leave it to time, Tho it be fit, that Cassio have his place, For sure he fills it up with great ability: Yet if you please to hold him off awhile, Yo shall by that perceiue him and his meanes; Note if your Lady strain her entertainment, With any strong or vehement importunity, Much will be seene in that, in the mean time, Let me be thought too busy in my fears, As worthy cause I have, to fear I am; And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.
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I am glad of it, for now I shall haue reason, To shew the loue and duty that I beare you, With franker spirit: therefore as I am bound Receiue it from me: I speake not yet of proofe, Looke to your wife, obsrue her well with Cassio; Wee your eie thus, not iealous, nor secure, I would not haue your free and noble nature, Out of selfe-bounty be abus'd, looke to't: I know our Countrey dispsition well▪ In Venice they doe let God ee the prankes They dare shew their husbands: their best conscience, Is not to leaue vndone, but keepe vnknowne. Doest thou say o. She did deceiue her father marrying you; And when she seem'd to shke and feare your lookes, She lou'd them most. Ad so she did. Why go too then, She that so young, could giue our such a seming, To seale her fathers eyes p, close as Oake, He thought twas witchraft: but I am much too blame, I humbly doe beseech you of your pardon, For too much louing you. I am bound to thee for euer. I see this hath a little dast your spirits. Not a iot, not a ot. I faith I feare it has. I hope you will consider what is spoke, Comes from my loue: But I doe see you are moou'd, I am to pray you, not to straine my speech, To groser issues, nor to larger reach, Then to suspition. I will not. Should you doe so my Lord, My speech should fall into such vile successe, As my thoughts aime not at: Cassio's my trusty friend: My Lord, I see you are moou'd. No, not much moou'd, I doe not thinke but Desdemona's honest. Long liue she so, and long liue you to thinke so. And yet how nature erring from it selfe. I, there's the point: as to be bold with you, Not to affect many proposed matches, Of her owne Clime, complexion, and degree, Whereto we see in all things, nature tends; Fie we may smell in such a will, most ranke Foule disproportion: thoughts vnnaturall. But pardon me: I doe not in position. Destinctly speake of her, tho I may feare Her will recoyling to her better iudgement, May fall to match you with her countrey formes, And happily repent Farewell, if more Thou doest perceiue, let me know more, set on Thy wife o obserue: leaue me Iago. My Lord I take my leaue. Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtlesse Sees and knows more, much more then he vnfoulds. My Lord, I would I might intreate your hoour, To scan this thing no further, leaue it to time, Tho it be fit, that Cassio haue his place, For sure he fills it vp with great ability: Yet if you please to hold him off awhile, Yo shall by that perceiue him and his meanes; Note if your Lady traine her entertainement, With any strong or vehement importunity, Much will be ene in that, in the meane time, Let me be thought too busie in my feares, As worthy cause I haue, to feare I am; And hold her free, I doe beseech your honour.