Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Prithee no more: Let him come when he will: I will deny thee nothing. Why, this is not a Boon: 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your Gloves, Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm, Or sue to you, to do a peculiar profit To your own person. Nay, when I have a suit Wherein I mean to touch your Love indeed, It shall be full of poise, and difficult weight, And fearful to be granted. I will deny thee nothing. Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself. Shall I deny you? No: farewell my Lord. Farewell my Desdemona, I'll come to thee straight. Aemilia come; be as your Fancies teach you: What ere you be, I am obedient. Excellent wretch: Perdition catch my Soul But I do love thee: and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. My Noble Lord. What dost thou say, Iago? Did Michael Cassio When he wooed my Lady, know of your love? He did, from first to last: Why dost thou ask? But for a satisfaction of my Thought, No further harm. Why of thy thought, Iago? I did not think he had been acquainted with her. O yes, and went between us very oft. Indeed? Indeed? I indeed. Discernest thou ought in that? Is he not honest? Honest, my Lord? Honest? I, Honest. My Lord, for aught I know. What dost thou think? Think, my Lord? Think, my Lord? Alas, thou ecchosed me; As if there were some Monster in thy thought Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something: I heard thee say even now, thou lik'st not that, When Cassio left my wife. What didd'st not like? And when I told thee, he was of my Counsel, Of my whole course of wooing; thou cried'st, Indeed? And didd'st contract, and purse thy brow together, As if thou than hadst shut up in thy Brain Some horrible Conceit. If thou dost love me, Show me thy thought. My Lord, you know I love you. I think thou dost: And for I know thou'rt full of Love, and Honesty, And weighest thy words before thou giv'st them breath, Therefore these stops of thine, fright me the more: For such things in a false disloyal Knave Are tricks of Custom: but in a man that's just, They're close dilations, working from the heart, That Passion cannot rule. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest. I think so too. Men should be what they seem, Or those that be not, would they might seem none. Certain, men should be what they seem. Why then I think Cassio's an honest man. Nay, yet there's more in this? I prithee speak to me, as to thy think, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
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Prythee no more: Let him come when he will: I will deny thee nothing. Why, this is not a Boone: 'Tis as I ſhould entreate you weare your Gloues, Or feede on nouriſhing diſhes, or keepe you warme, Or ſue to you, to do a peculiar profit To your owne perſon. Nay, when I haue a ſuite Wherein I meane to touch your Loue indeed, It ſhall be full of poize, and difficult waight, And fearefull to be granted. I will deny thee nothing. Whereon, I do beſeech thee, grant me this, To leaue me but a little to my ſelfe. Shall I deny you? No: farewell my Lord. Farewell my Deſdemona, Ile come to thee ſtrait. Aemilia come; be as your Fancies teach you: What ere you be, I am obedient. Excellent wretch: Perdition catch my Soule But I do loue thee: and when I loue thee not, Chaos is come againe. My Noble Lord. What doſt thou ſay, Iago? Did Michael Caſſio When he woo'd my Lady, know of your loue? He did, from firſt to laſt: Why doſt thou aske? But for a ſatisfaction of my Thought, No further harme. Why of thy thought, Iago? I did not thinke he had bin acquainted with hir. O yes, and went betweene vs very oft. Indeed? Indeed? I indeed. Diſcern'ſt thou ought in that? Is he not honeſt? Honeſt, my Lord? Honeſt? I, Honeſt. My Lord, for ought I know. What do'ſt thou thinke? Thinke, my Lord? Thinke, my Lord? Alas, thou ecchos't me; As if there were ſome Monſter in thy thought Too hideous to be ſhewne. Thou doſt mean ſomthing: I heard thee ſay euen now, thou lik'ſt not that, When Caſsio left my wife. What didd'ſt not like? And when I told thee, he was of my Counſaile, Of my whole courſe of wooing; thou cried'ſt, Indeede? And didd'ſt contract, and purſe thy brow together, As if thou then hadd'ſt ſhut vp in thy Braine Some horrible Conceite. If thou do'ſt loue me, Shew me thy thought. My Lord, you know I loue you. I thinke thou do'ſt: And for I know thou'rt full of Loue, and Honeſtie, And weigh'ſt thy words before thou giu'ſt them breath, Therefore theſe ſtops of thine, fright me the more: For ſuch things in a falſe diſloyall Knaue Are trickes of Cuſtome: but in a man that's iuſt, They're cloſe dilations, working from the heart, That Paſſion cannot rule. For Michael Caſsio, I dare be ſworne, I thinke that he is honeſt. I thinke ſo too. Men ſhould be what they ſeeme, Or thoſe that be not, would they might ſeeme none. Certaine, men ſhould be what they ſeeme. Why then I thinke Caſsio's an honeſt man. Nay, yet there's more in this? I prythee ſpeake to me, as to thy thinkings, As thou doſt ruminate, and giue thy worſt of thoughts The worſt of words.