Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.83 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Good my Lord pardon me, Though I am bound to every Act of duty, I am not bound to that: All Slaves are free: Utter my Thoughts? Why say, they are vild, and false? As where's that Palace, whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? Who has that breast so pure, Wherein uncleanly Apprehensions Keep Leetes, and Lawdayes, and in Sessions sit With meditations lawful? Thou dost conspire against thy Friend (Iago) If thou but thinkest him wronged, and makest his ear A stranger to thy Thoughts. I do beseech you, Though I perchance am vicious in my guess (As I confess it is my Nature's plague To spy into Abuses, and of my jealousy Shapes faults that are not) that your wisdom From one, that so imperfectly conceits, Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering, and unsure observance: It were not for your quiet, nor your good, Nor for my Manhood, Honesty, and Wisdom, To let you know my thoughts. What dost thou mean? Good name in Man, & woman (dear my Lord) Is the immediate jewel of their Souls; Who steals my purse, steals trash: 'Tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good Name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. I'll know thy Thoughts. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody. Ha'? Oh, beware my Lord, of jealousy, It is the greene-eyed Monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That Cuckold lives in bliss, Who certain of his Fate, loves not his wronger: But oh, what damned minutes tells he over, Who dotes, yet doubts: Suspects, yet sound loves? O misery. Poor, and Content, is rich, and rich enough, But Riches finelesse, is as poor as Winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor: Good Heaven, the Souls of all my Tribe defend From jealousy. Why? why is this? Thinkest thou, I'd make a Life of jealousy; To follow still the changes of the Moon With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt, Is to be resolved: Exchange me for a Goat, When I shall turn the business of my Soul To such exufflicate, and blowed Surmises, Matching thy inference. 'tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of Speech, Sings, Plays, and Dances: Where Virtue is, these are more virtuous. Nor from mine own weak merits, will I draw The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt, For she had eyes, and chose me. No Iago, I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And on the proof, there is no more but this, Away at once with Love, or jealousy.
nodes 1422–1486 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 52 in this edition
Length
475 words · 659 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.835 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T26 · seed 44: T28 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Good my Lord pardon me, Though I am bound to euery Acte of dutie, I am not bound to that: All Slaues are free: Vtter my Thoughts? Why ſay, they are vild, and falce? As where's that Palace, whereinto foule things Sometimes intrude not? Who ha's that breaſt ſo pure, Wherein vncleanly Apprehenſions Keepe Leetes, and Law-dayes, and in Seſſions ſit With meditations lawfull? Thou do'ſt conſpire againſt thy Friend (Iago) If thou but think'ſt him wrong'd, and mak'ſt his eare A ſtranger to thy Thoughts. I do beſeech you, Though I perchance am vicious in my gueſſe (As I confeſſe it is my Natures plague To ſpy into Abuſes, and of my iealouſie Shapes faults that are not) that your wiſedome From one, that ſo imperfectly conceits, Would take no notice, nor build your ſelfe a trouble Out of his ſcattering, and vnſure obſeruance: It were not for your quiet, nor your good, Nor for my Manhood, Honeſty, and Wiſedome, To let you know my thoughts. What doſt thou meane? Good name in Man, & woman (deere my Lord) Is the immediate Iewell of their Soules; Who ſteales my purſe, ſteales traſh: 'Tis ſomething, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has bin ſlaue to thouſands: But he that filches from me my good Name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, And makes me poore indeed. Ile know thy Thoughts. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, Nor ſhall not, whil'ſt 'tis in my cuſtodie. Ha? Oh, beware my Lord, of iealouſie, It is the greene-ey'd Monſter, which doth mocke The meate it feeds on. That Cuckold liues in bliſſe, Who certaine of his Fate, loues not his wronger: But oh, what damned minutes els he ore, Who dotes, yet doubts: Suſpects, yet ſoundly loues? O miſerie. Poore, and Content, is rich, and rich enough, But Riches fineleſſe, is as poore as Winter, To him that euer feares he ſhall be poore: Good Heauen, the Soules of all my Tribe defend From Iealouſie. Why? why is this? Think'ſt thou, I'ld make a Life of Iealouſie; To follow ſtill the changes of the Moone With freſh ſuſpitions? No: to be once in doubt, Is to be reſolu'd: Exchange me for a Goat, When I ſhall turne the buſineſſe of my Soule To ſuch exufflicate, and blow'd Surmiſes, Matching thy inference. Tis not to make me Iealious, To ſay my wife is faire, feeds well, loues company, Is free of Speech, Sings, Playes, and Dances: Where Vertue is, theſe are more vertuous. Nor from mine owne weake merites, will I draw The ſmalleſt feare, or doubt of her reuolt, For ſhe had eyes, and choſe me. No Iago, Ile ſee before I doubt; when I doubt, proue; And on the proofe, there is no more but this, Away at once with Loue, or Iealouſie.