Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
And what's he then, That says I play the Villain? When this advice is free I give, and honest, Probal to thinking, and indeed the course To win the Moor again. For 'tis most easy Th' inclining Desdemona to subdue In any honest Suit. She's framed as fruitful As the free Elements. And then for her To win the Moor, were to renounce his Baptism, All Seals, and Simbols of redeemed sin: His Soul is so enfettered to her Love, That she may make, unmake, do what she list, Even as her Appetite shall play the God, With his weak Function. How am I then a Villain, To Counsel Cassio to this parallel course, Directly to his good? Divinity of hell, When devils will the blackest sins put on, They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, As I do now. For whiles this honest Fool Plies Desdemona, to repair his Fortune, And she for him, pleads strongly to the Moor, I'll pour this pestilence into his ear: That she repeals him, for her body's Lust. And by how much she strives to do him good, She shall undo her Credit with the Moor. So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the Net, That shall en-mash them all. How now Rodorigo? I do follow here in the Chase, not like a Hound that hunts, but one that fills up the Cry. My Money is almost spent; I have been to night exceedingly well cudgeled: And I think the issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my pains; And so, with no money at all, and a little more Wit, return again to Venice. How poor are they that have not Patience? What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou knowst we work by Wit, and not by Witchcraft And Wit depends on dilatory time: Dost not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, And thou by that small hurt hath cashiered Cassio: Though other things grow fair against the Sun, Yet Fruits that blossom first, will first be ripe: Content thyself, awhile. Introth 'tis Morning; Pleasure, and Action, make the hours seem short. Retire thee, go where thou art Billeted: A way, I say, thou shalt know more hereafter: Nay get thee gone. Two things are to be done: My Wife must move for Cassio to her Mistress: I'll set her on myself, a while, to draw the Moor apart, And bring him jump, when he may Cassio find Soliciting his wife: I, that's the way: Dull not Device, by coldness, and delay. Masters, play here, I will content your pains, Something that's brief: and bid, good-morrow General. Why Masters, have your Instruments been in Naples, that they speak i' th' Nose thus? How Sir? how? Are these I pray you, winde Instruments? I marry are they sir. Oh, thereby hangs a tale. Whereby hangs a tale, sir?
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And what's he then, That ſaies I play the Villaine? When this aduiſe is free I giue, and honeſt, Proball to thinking, and indeed the courſe To win the Moore againe. For 'tis moſt eaſie Th' inclyning Deſdemona to ſubdue In any honeſt Suite. She's fram'd as fruitefull As the free Elements. And then for her To win the Moore, were to renownce his Baptiſme, All Seales, and Simbols of redeemed ſin: His Soule is ſo enfetter'd to her Loue, That ſhe may make, vnmake, do what ſhe liſt, Euen as her Appetite ſhall play the God, With his weake Function. How am I then a Villaine, To Counſell Caſſio to this paralell courſe, Directly to his good? Diuinitie of hell, When diuels will the blackeſt ſinnes put on, They do ſuggeſt at firſt with heauenly ſhewes, As I do now. For whiles this honeſt Foole Plies Deſdemona, to repaire his Fortune, And ſhe for him, pleades ſtrongly to the Moore, Ile powre this peſtilence into his eare: That ſhe repeales him, for her bodies Luſt. And by how much ſhe ſtriues to do him good, She ſhall vndo her Credite with the Moore. So will I turne her vertue into pitch, And out of her owne goodneſſe make the Net, That ſhall en-maſh them all. How now Rodorigo? I do follow heere in the Chace, not like a Hound that hunts, but one that filles vp the Crie. My Money is almoſt ſpent; I haue bin to night exceedingly well Cudgell'd: And I thinke the iſſue will bee, I ſhall haue ſo much experience for my paines; And ſo, with no money at all, and a little more Wit, returne againe to Venice. How poore are they that haue not Patience? What wound did euer heale but by degrees? Thou know'ſt we worke by Wit, and not by Witchcraft And Wit depends on dilatory time: Dos't not go well? Caſſio hath beaten thee, And thou by that ſmall hurt hath caſheer'd Caſſio: Though other things grow faire againſt the Sun, Yet Fruites that bloſſome firſt, will firſt be ripe: Content thy ſelfe, a-while. Introth 'tis Morning; Pleaſure, and Action, make the houres ſeeme ſhort. Retire thee, go where thou art Billited: A way, I ſay, thou ſhalt know more heereafter: Nay get thee gone. Two things are to be done: My Wife muſt moue for Caſſio to her Miſtris: Ile ſet her on my ſelfe, a while, to draw the Moor apart, And bring him iumpe, when he may Caſſio finde Soliciting his wife: I, that's the way: Dull not Deuice, by coldneſſe, and delay. Maſters, play heere, I wil content your paines, Something that's briefe: and bid, goodmorrow General. Why Maſters, haue your Inſtruments bin in Naples, that they ſpeake i' th' Noſe thus? How Sir? how? Are theſe I pray you, winde Inſtruments? I marry are they ſir. Oh, thereby hangs a tale. Whereby hangs a tale, ſir?