Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 497 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
The worse, that you give me the addition, Whose want even kills me. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't. Now if this suit lay in Bianca's power, How quickly should you speed. Alas poor Caitiff. Look how he laughs already. I never knew a woman love man so. Alas poor rogue, I think i'faith she loves me. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out. Do you hear Cassio? Now he importunes him to tell it on, Go to, well said. She gives it out that you shall marry her, Do you intent it? Ha', ha', ha'. Do you triumph Roman, do you triumph? I marry her? I prithee bear some charity to my wit, Do not think it so unwholesome: ha', ha', ha'. So, so, so, so, laugh that wins. Faith the cry goes, you shall marry her. Prithee say true. I am a very villain else, Ha' you stored me well. This is the monkeys own giving out; she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own loue and flattery, not out of my promise. Iago beckons me, now he begins the story. She was heere even now, she haunts me in every place, I was other day, talking on the sea bank, with certain Venetians, and thither comes this bauble, by this hand she falls thus about my neck. Crying, O dear Cassio, as it were: his gesture imports it. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales, and pulls me, ha', ha', ha'. Now he tells how she plucked him to my Chamber, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throwed to. Well, I must leave her company. Before me, look where she comes, 'tis such another ficho; marry a perfumed one, what do you mean by this haunting of me. Let the devil and his dam haunt you, what did you mean by that same handkerchief, you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it; I must take out the whole work, a likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who left it there: this is some minxes token, and I must take out the work; there, give it the hobby horse, wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't. How now my sweet Bianca, how now, how now? By heaven that should be my handkerchief. An you'll come to supper to night, you may, an you will not, come when you are next prepared for. After her, after her. Faith I must, she'll rail i'the street else. Will you sup there? Faith I intent so. Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very fain speak with you. Prithee come, will you? Go to, say no more. How shall I murder him Iago? Did you perceive, how he laughed at his vice? O Iago, And did you see the handkerchief? Was that mine?
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The worser, that you giue me the addition, Whose want euen kills me▪ Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't. Now if this suite lay in Bianca's power, How quickly should you speed. Alas poore Catiue. Looke how he laughes already. I neuer knew a woman loue man so. Alas poore rogue, I thinke ifaith she loues me. Now he denyes it faintly, and laughes it out. Doe you heare Cassio? Now he importunes him to tell it on, Goe to, well said. She giues it out that you shall marry her, Doe you intend it? Ha, ha, ha. Doe you triumph Roman, doe you trip? I marry her? I prehee beare some charity to my wit, Doe not thinke it so vnwhoesome: ha, ha, ha. So, so, so, so, laugh that wins. Faith the cry goes, you shall marry her. Preethee say true. I am a very villaine else, Ha you stor'd me well. This is the own giuing out; she is perswaded I marry her, out of her owne lue and flattery, not out of my promise. Iago beckons me, now he begins the story. She was heee euen now, shee haunts me in euery place, I was tother day, talking on the sea banke, with certaine Ventians, and thiher comes this bauble, by this hand she fals thus about my neck. Crying, O deare Cassio, as it were: his iture imports it. So hangs, and lolls, and weepes vpon me; so hales, and puls me, ha, ha, ha. Now he tells how she pluckt him to my Chamber, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw't to. Well, I must leaue her company. Before me, looke where she comes, Tis such another ficho; marry a perfum'd one, what doe you meane by this hanting of me. Let the diuel and his dam haunt you, what did you meane by that same handkercher, you gaue mee euen now? I was a fine foole to take it; I must take out he whole worke, a likely peece of worke, that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who left it there: this is some minxes token, and I must take out the worke; there, giue it the hobby horse, wheresouer you had it, I'le take out no worke on't. How now my sweete Bianca, how now, how now? By heauen that should be my handkercher. An you'll come to supper to night, you may, an you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for. After her, after her. Faith I must, shee'll raile 'the reete else. Will you sup there? Faith I intend so. Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very faine speake with you. Preethee come, will you? Goe to, say no more. How shall I murder him Iago? Did you perceiue, how he laughed at his vice? O Iago, And did you see the handkercher? Was that mine?