Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
A liberal hand, the hearts of old gave hands, But our new herral dry is hands, not hearts. I cannot speak of this, come, come, your promise. What promise chuck? I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. I have a salt and sullen rheum offends me, Lend me thy handkerchief, Here my Lord. That which I gave you. I have it not about me. Not. No faith my Lord. That's a favit: that handkerchief Did an Egyptian to my mother give, She was a charmer, and could almost read The thoughts of people; she told her while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable, and sub due my father Entirely to her love: But if she lost it, Entirely to her love: But if she lost it, Or made a gift of it: my father's eye Should hold her lothly, and his spirits should hurt After new fancies: she dying, gave it me, And bid me when my fate would have me wive, To give it her; I did so, and take heed on't, Make it a darling, like your precious eye, To lose, or give't away, were such perdition, As nothing else could match. I' possible? 'tis true, there's magic in the web of it, A Sibyl that had numbered in the world, The Sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury, sowed the work; The worms were hallowed that did breed the silk, And it was died in Mummy, with the skilful conserves of maiden's hearts. I faith is't true? Most veritable, therefore look to't well. Then would to God, that I had never seen it. Ha', wherefore? Why do you speak so startingly and rashly. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out o'the way? Heaven bless us. Say you? It is not lost, but what and if it were? Ha. I say it is not lost. Fetched, let me see it, Why so I can sir, but I will not now, This is a trick, to put me from my suit, I pray let Cassio, be received again. Fetch me that handkerchief, my misgives. Come, come, you'll never meete a more sufficient man. The handkerchief. I pray talk me of Cassio. The handkerchief. A man that all his time, Hath founded his good fortunes on your love, Shared dangers with you. The handkerchief. I faith you are too blame. Zouns. Is not this man jealous? I ne'er saw this before: Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief, I am most unhappy in the loss. 'tis not a year or two shows us a man, They are all but stomacks, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us; look you, Cassio and my husband. There is no other way, 'tis she must do it, And lo the happiness, go, and importune her. How now good Cassio, what's the news with you?
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A liberall hand, the hearts of old gaue hands, But our new herral dry is hands, not hearts. I cannot speake of this, come, come, your promise. What promise chucke? I haue sent to bid Cassio come speake with you. I haue a salt and sullen rhume offends me, Lend me thy handkercher, Here my Lord. That which I gaue you. I haue it not about me. Not. No faith my Lord. Thats a fauit: that handkercher Did an Egyptian to my mother giue, She was a charmer, and could almost reade The thoughts of people; she told her while she kept it, T'would make her amiable, and sub due my father Intirely to her loue: But if she lost it, Intirely to her loue: But if she lost it, Or made a gift of it: my fathers eye Should hold her lothely, and his spirits should hut After new fancies: she dying, gaue it me, And bid me when my fate would haue me wie, To giue it her; I did so, and take heede ont, Make it a darling, like your pretious eye, To loose, or giue't away, were such perdition, As nothing else could match. I' possible? Tis true, there's magicke in the web of it, A Sybell that had numbred in the world, The Sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetique fury, sowed the worke; The wormes were allowed that did breed the ilke, And it was died in Mummy, with the skilfull Conerues of maidens hearts. I faith i't true? Most veritable, therefore looke to't well. Then would to God, that I had neuer sene it. Ha, wherefore? Why doe you speake so startingly and rashly. I'st lost? i'st gone? speake, is it out o'the way? Heauen blesse vs. Say you? It is not lost, but what and if it were? Ha. I say it is not lot. Fetch't, let m see it, Why so I can sir, but I will not now, This is a tricke, to put me from my suite, I pray let Caso, be receiu'd againe. Fetch me that handkercher, my . Come, come, you'll neuer mete a more ma. The handkercher. I pray talke me of Cassio. The handkercher. A man that all his time, Hath founded his good fortunes on your loue, Shar'd dangers with you. The handkercher. I faith you are too blame. Zouns. Is not this man iealous? I ne're saw this before: Sure there's some wonder in this handkercher, I am most vnhappy in the losse. Tis not a yeere or two shewes vs a man, hey are all but stomacks, and we all but foode; They eate vs hungerly, and when they are full, They belch vs; looke you, Cassio and my husband. There is no other way, tis she must doe it, And loe the happinesse, goe, and importune her. How now good Cassio, what's the news with you?