Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 484 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I will not stay to offend you. Truly an obedient Lady: I do beseech your Lordship, call her back. mistress. My Lord. What would you with her sir? Who, I my Lord? I, you did wish that I would make her turn: Sir she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, And turn again, and she can weep sir, weep; And she's obedient, as you say, obedient; Very obedient, proceed you in your tears, Concerning this sir: O well painted passion: I am commanded here:— get you away, I'll send for you anon:— Sir, I obey the mandat, And will return to Venice:— hence, avaunt, Cassio shall have my place; and sir to night I do entreat that we may sup together, You are welcome sir to Cypress,— goats and monkeys. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full Senate Call all in all sufficient? This the noble nature, Whom passion could not shake? Whose solid virtue, The shot of accident, nor dart of chance Can neither graze, nor pierce? He is much changed. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain? He's that he is, I may not breathe my censure, What he might be, if as he might, he is not, I would to heaven he were. What, strike his wife. Faith that was not so well; yet would I knew That stroke would prove the worst. Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood. And new create this fault? Alas, alas. It is not honesty in me to speak, What I have seen and knowne, you shall observe him, And his own courses will denote him so, That I may save my speech: do but go after, And mark how he continues. I am sorry that I am deceived in him. You have seen nothing then. Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect. Yes, and you have seen Cassio and she together. But then I saw no harm, and then I heard Each syllable that breath made up between 'em. What, did they never whisper? Never, my Lord. Nor send you out o'the way? Never. To fetch her fan, her mask, her gloves, nor nothing? Never, my Lord. That's strange. I durst my Lord, to wager she is honest, Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, Remove your thought, it doth abuse your bosom, If any wretch ha' put this in your head, Let heavens requite it with the Serpent's curse, For if she be not honest, chaste, and true, There's no man happy, the purest of her Sex Is foul as slander. Bid her come hither, go, She says enough, yet she's a simple bawd, That cannot say as much; this is a subtle whore, A closet, lock and key, of villainous secrets, And yet she'll kneel and pray, I ha' seen her do't. My Lord, what is your will?
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I will not stay to offend you. Truely an obedient Lady: I doe beseech your Lordship, call her backe. Mistrise. My Lord. What would you with her sir? Who, I my Lord? I, you did wish that I would make her turne: Sir she can turne, and turne, and yet go on, And turne againe, and she can weepe sir, weepe; And shee's obedient, as you say, obedient; Very obedient, proceed you in your teares, Concerning this sir: O well painted passion: I am commanded here:—get you away, I'le send for you anon:—Sir, I oby the mandat, And will returne to Venice:—hence, auant, Cassio shall haue my place; and sir to night I doe intreate that we may sup together, You are welcome sir to Cypres,—goates and monkies. Is this the noble Moore, whom our full Senate Call all in all sufficient? This the noble nature, Whom passion culd not shake? Whose solid vertue, The shot of accident, nor dart of chance Could neither graz, nor peirce? He is much changed. Are his wits safe? is he not light of braine? He's that he is, I may not breathe my censure, What he might be, if as he might, he is not, I would to heauen he were. What, strike his wife. Faith that was not so wel; yet would I knew That stroake would proue the worst. Is it his vse? Or did the letters worke vpon his blood. And new create this fault? Alas, alas. It is not honesty in me to speake, What I haue seene and known, you shall obserue him, And his owne courses wil denote him so, That I may saue my speech: doe but goe after, And marke how he continues. I am sorry that I am deceiu'd in him. You haue seene nothing then. Nor euer heard, nor euer did suspect. Yes, and you haue seene Cassio and she together. But then I saw no harme, and then I heard Each sillable that breath made vp betweene 'em. What, did they neuer whisper? Neuer, my Lord. Nor send you out o'the way? Neuer. To fetch her fan, her mask, her gloues, nor nothing? Neuer, my Lord. That's strange. I durst my Lord, to wager she is honest, Lay downe my soule at stake: if you thinke other, Remoue your thought, it doth abuse your bosome, If any wretch ha put this in your head, Let heauens requite it with the Serpents curse, For if she be not honest, chaste, and true, There's no man happy, the purest of her Sex Is foule as slander. Bid her come hither, goe, She sayes enough, yet she's a simple bawde, That cannot say as much; this is a subtle whore, A closet, locke and key, of villainous secrets, And yet shee'll kneele and pray, I ha seene her do't. My Lord, what is your will?