Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Why at her Fathers? I will not have it so. Nor I. Nor would I there reside, To put my Father in impatient thoughts By being in his eye. Most Gracious Duke, To my unfolding, lend your prosperous ear, And let me find a Charter in your voice T'assist my simpleness. What would you Desdemona? That I love the Moor, to live with him, My downright violence, and storm of Fortunes, May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my Lord; I saw Othello's visage in his mind, And to his Honours and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and Fortunes consecrate. So that (dear Lords) if I be left behind A Moth of Peace, and he go to the War, The Rites for why I love him, are bereft me: And I a heavy interim shall support By his dear absence. Let me go with him. Let her have your voice. Vouch with me Heaven, I therefore beg it not To please the palate of my Appetite: Nor to comply with heat the young affects In my defunct, and proper satisfaction. But to be free, and bounteous to her mind: And Heaven defend your good souls, that you think I will your serious and great business scant When she is with me. No, when light winged Toys Of feathered Cupid, seal with wanton dulness My speculative, and officed Instrument: That my Disports corrupt, and taint my business: Let Housewives make a Skillet of my Helm, And all indigne, and base adversities, Make head against my Estimation. Be it as you shall privately determine, Either for her stay, or going: th' Affair cries haste: And speed must answer it. You must away to night. With all my heart. At nine i' th' morning, here we'll meet again. Othello, leave some Officer behind And he shall our Commission bring to you: And such things else of quality and respect As doth import you. So please your Grace, my Ancient, A man he is of honesty and trust: To his conveyance I assign my wife, With what else needful, your good Grace shall think To be sent after me. Let it be so: Good night to every one. And Noble Signior, If Virtue no delighted Beauty lack, Your Son-in-law is far more Fair than Black. Adieu brave Moor, use Desdemona well. Look to her (Moor) if thou hast eyes to see: She has deceived her Father, and may thee. My life upon her faith. Honest Iago, My Desdemona must I leave to thee: I prithee let thy wife attend on her, And bring them after in the best advantage. Come Desdemona, I have but an hour Of Love, of worldly matter, and direction To spend with thee. We must obey the the time. Iago. What sayst thou Noble heart? What will I do, thinkest thou? Why go to bed and sleep. I will incontinently drown myself. If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why thou silly Gentleman?
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Why at her Fathers? I will not haue it ſo. Nor I. Nor would I there recide, To put my Father in impatient thoughts By being in his eye. Moſt Grcaious Duke, To my vnfolding, lend your proſperous eare, And let me finde a Charter in your voice T'aſſiſt my ſimpleneſſe. What would you Deſdemona? That I loue the Moore, to liue with him, My downe-right violence, and ſtorme of Fortunes, May trumpet to the world. My heart's ſubdu'd Euen to the very quality of my Lord; I ſaw Othello's viſage in his mind, And to his Honours and his valiant parts, Did I my ſoule and Fortunes conſecrate▪ So that (deere Lords) if I be left behind A Moth of Peace, and he go to the Warre, The Rites for why I loue him, are bereft me: And I a heauie interim ſhall ſupport By his deere abſence. Let me go with him. Let her haue your voice. Vouch with me Heauen, I therefore beg it not To pleaſe the pallate of my Appetite: Nor to comply with heat the yong affects In my defunct, and proper ſatisfaction. But to be free, and bounteous to her minde: And Heauen defend your good ſoules, that you thinke I will your ſerious and great buſineſſe ſcant When ſhe is with me. No, when light wing'd Toyes Of feather'd Cupid, ſeele with wanton dulneſſe My ſpeculatiue, and offic'd Inſtrument: That my Diſports corrupt, and taint my buſineſſe: Let Houſe-wiues make a Skillet of my Helme, And all indigne, and baſe aduerſities, Make head againſt my Eſtimation. Be it as you ſhall priuately determine, Either for her ſtay, or going: th' Affaire cries haſt: And ſpeed muſt anſwer it. You muſt away to night. With all my heart. At nine i' th' morning, here wee'l meete againe. Othello, leaue ſome Officer behind And he ſhall our Commiſſion bring to you: And ſuch things elſe of qualitie and reſpect As doth import you. So pleaſe your Grace, my Ancient, A man he is of honeſty and truſt: To his conueyance I aſſigne my wife, With what elſe needfull, your good Grace ſhall think To be ſent after me. Let it be ſo: Good night to euery one. And Noble Signior, If Vertue no delighted Beautie lacke, Your Son-in-law is farre more Faire then Blacke. Adieu braue Moore, vſe Deſdemona well. Looke to her (Moore) if thou haſt eies to ſee: She ha's deceiu'd her Father, and may thee. My life vpon her faith. Honeſt Iago, My Deſdemona muſt I leaue to thee: I prythee let thy wife attend on her, And bring them after in the beſt aduantage. Come Deſdemona, I haue but an houre Of Loue, of wordly matter, and direction To ſpend with thee. We muſt obey the the time. Iago. What ſaiſt thou Noble heart? What will I do, think'ſt thou? Why go to bed and ſleepe. I will incontinently drowne my ſelfe. If thou do'ſt, I ſhall neuer loue thee after. Why thou ſilly Gentleman?