Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 504 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
And I was going to your Lodging Cassio; What, keep a week away? seven days and nights; Eightscore eight hours, and lovers absent hours, More tedious than the dial, eight score times, No weary reckoning. Pardon me Bianca, I have this while with laden thoughts been pressed, But I shall in a more convenient time, Strike off this score of absence: sweet Bianca, Take me this work out. Oh Cassio, whence came this? This is some token from a newer friend, To the felt absence, now I feel a cause, come t this? Go to woman, Throw your vile ghesses in the devils teeth, From whence you have them, you are jealous now, That this is from some: mistress, some remembrance, No by my faith Bianca, Why who's is it? I know not sweet, I found it in my chamber, I like the work well, ere it be demanded, As like enough it will, I'd have it copied, Take it, and do't, and leave me for this time. Leave you, wherefore? I do attend here on the General, And think it no addition, nor my wish, To have him see me woman'd. But that you do not love me: I pray you bring me on the way alittle, And say, if I shall see you soon at night. 'tis but a little way, that I can bring you, For I attend here, but I'll see you soon. 'tis very good, I must be circumstanced. Will you think so? Think so Iago. What, to kisle in private? An unauthorized kiss. Or to be naked with her friend a-bed, An hour, or more, not meaning any harm. Naked a-bed Iago, and not mean harm? It is hypocrisy against the devil: They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven: So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip; But if I give my wife a handkerchief. What then? Why then 'tis hers my Lord, and being hers, She may, I think, bestowed on any man. She is protectres of her honour to, May she give that? Her honour is an essence that's not seen, They have it very oft, that have it not: But for the handkerchief. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it: Thou saidst (O it comes o'er my memory, As doth the Raven o'er the infected house, Boding to all.) He had my handkerchief. I, what of that? That's not so good now. What if I had said I had seen him do you wrong? Or heard him say (as knaves be such abroad) Who having by their own importunate suit, Or by the voluntary dotage of some mistress, Convinced, or supplied them, cannot choose, But they must blab. Hath he said any thing? He hath my Lord, but be you well assured, No more than he'll unswerare. What hath he said? Faith that he did— I know not what he did. But what? Lye. With her? With her, on her, what you will.
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And I was going to your Lodging Cassio; What, keepe a weeke away? seun daies and nights; Eightscore eight houres, and louers absent houres, More tedious then the diall, eight score times, No weary reckoning. Pardon me Bianca, I haue this while with laden thoughts bin prest, But I shall in a more conunint time, Strike off this score of absence: sweete Bianca, Take me this worke out. Oh Cassio, whence came this? This is some token from a newer friend, To the felt bsence, now I feele a cause, come t this? Go to woman, Throw your vile ghesses in the diuls teeth, From whence you haue tem, you are iealous now, That this is from som: mstrisse, some remembrance▪ No by my faith Bianca, Why who's is it? I know not sweete, I found it in my chamber, I like the worke well, ere it be demanded, As like enough it will, I'de haue it coppied, Take it, and do't, and leaue me for this time. Leaue you, wheefore? I doe attend here on the Generall, And thinke it no addition, nor my wish, To haue him see me woman'd. But that you doe not loue me: I pray you bring me on the way alittle, And say, if I shall see you soone at night. Tis but a little way, that I can ng you, For I ttend here, but I'le see you soone. Tis very good, I must be circumstanc'd. Will you thinke so? Thinke so Iago. What, to kisle in priuate? An vnauthoriz'd kisse. Or to be naked with her friend abed, An houre, or more, not meaning any harme. Naked abed Iago, and not meane harme? It is hypocrisie against the diuell: They that meane vertuously, and yet doe so, The diuell their vertue tempts, and they tempt heauen▪ So they doe nothing, tis a veniall lip; But if I giue my wife a handkercher. What then? Why then tis hers my Lord, and being hers, She may, I thinke, bestow't on any man. She is protectres of her honour to, May she giue that? Her honour is an effence that's not sne, They haue it very oft, that haue it not: But for the handkercher. By heauen, I would most gladly haue forgot it: Thou idst (O it comes o're my memory, As doth the Rauen o're the infected house, Boding to all.) He had my hankercher. I, what of that? That's not so good now. What if I had said I had seene him do you wrong? Or heard him say (as knaues be such abroad) Who uing by their owne importunate suite, Or by the voluntaty dotage of some mistris, Conuinced, or supplied them, cannot chuse, But thy must blab. Hath he said any thing? He hath my Lord, but be you well assur'd, No more then hee'l vnswerare. What hath he sayd? Faith that he did—I know not what he did. But what? Lye. With her? With her, on her, what you will.