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.
O heaven forgiveness. I cry you mercy, I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, That married with Othello: you mistress, That have the office opposite to S. Peter, And keeps the gates in hell, I, you, you, you; We ha' done our course; there's money for your pains, I pray you turn the key, and keep our counsel. Alas, what does this Gentleman conceive? How do you Madam how do you my good Lady? Faith half asleep. Good Madam, what's the matter with my Lord? With who? Why with my Lord Madam. I ha' none, do not talk to me Emillia, I cannot weep, nor answer have I none, But what should go by water: prithee to night Lay on my bed our wedding sheets, remember, And call thy husband hither. Here is a charge indeed. 'tis meet I should be used so, very well; How have I been behaved, that he might stick The smallest opinion, on my greatest abuse. What is your pleasure Madam, How is't with you? I cannot tell: those that do teach young babes Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks, He might ha' chid me so, for in good faith, I am a child at chiding. What is the matter Lady? Alas lago, my Lord hath so bewhored her, Thrown such despite, and heavy terms upon her, As true hearts cannot bear. Am I that name lago? What name fair Lady? Such as she says my Lord did say I was? He called her whore: A beggar in his drink, Can not have laid such terms upon his Callet. Why did he so? I do not know, I am sure I am none such. Do not weep, do not weep: alas the day. Has she forsook so many noble matches, Her Father, and her Country, all her friends, To be called whore? would it not make one weep? It is my wretched fortune. Beshrew him for it; how comes this trick upon him? Nay, heaven doth know. I will be hanged, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Have not devised this slander, I'll be hanged else. Fie, there is no such man, it is impossible. If any such there be, heaven pardon him. A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his bones: Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company? What place, what time, what for me, what likelihood? The moor's abused by some outrageous knave: Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow, O heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip, To lash the rascal naked through the world, Even from the East to the West. Speak within doors. O fie upon him; some such squire he was, That turned your wit, the seamy side without, And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O heauen forgiuensse. I cry you mercy, I tooke you for that cunning whore of Venic, That married with Othello: you mistrise, That haue the office opposite to S. Peter, And keepes the gates in hell, I, you, you, you; We ha done our course; there's money for your paines, I pray you turne the key, and keepe our counsell. Alas, what does this Gentlman conceiue? How doe you Madam how doe you my good Lady? Faith halfe asleepe. Good Madam, what's the matter with my Lord? With who? Why with my Lord Madam. I ha none, doe not talke to me Emillia, I cannot weepe, nor answer haue I none, But what should goe by water: preethee to night Lay on my bed our wedding sheetes, remember, And call thy husband hither. Here is a charge indeed. Tis meete I should be vsde so, very well; ow haue I bin behau'd, that he might sticke The smallest opinion, on my greatest abuse. What is your pleasure Madam, How i with you? I cannot tell: those that doe teach young babes Doe it with gentle meanes, nd easie taskes, He might ha chid me so, for in good faith, I am a child at chiding. What is the matter Lady? Alas lago, my Lord hath so bewhor'd her, Throwne such despite, and heauy termes vpon her, As true hearts cannot beare. Am I that name lago? What name faire Lady? Such as she sayes my Lord did say I was? He call'd her whore: A begger in his drinke, Could not haue layed such tearmes vpon his Callet. Why did he so? I doe not know, I am sure I am none such. Doe not weepe, doe not weepe: alas the day. Has she forsooke so many noble matches, Her Father, and her Countrey, all her friends, To be cald whore? would it not make one weepe? It is my wretched fortune. Beshrew him for it; how comes this tricke vpon him? Nay, heauen doth know. I will be hang'd, if some eternall villaine, Some busie and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cousening slaue, to get some office, Haue not deuisde this slander, I'le be hang'd else. Fie, there is no such man, it is impossible. If any such there be, heauen pardon him. A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his bones: Why should he call her whore? who keepes her company? What place, what time, what for me, what likelihood? The Moore's abus'd by some outragious knaue: Some base notorious knaue, some scuruy fellow, O heauen, that such companions thoudst vnfold, And put in euery honest hand a whip, To lash the rascall naked through the world, Euen from the East to the West. Speake within dores. O fie vpon him; some such squire he was, That turnd your wit, the seamy side without, And made you to suspect me with the Moore.