Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Be not acknown on't: I have use for it. Go, leave me. I will in Cassio's Lodging lose this Napkin, And let him find it. Trifles light as air, Are to the jealous, confirmations strong, As proofs of holy Writ. This may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison: Dangerous conceits, are in their Nature's poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste: But with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the Mines of Sulphur. I did say so. Look where he comes: Not Poppy, nor Mandragora, Nor all the drowsy Syrrups of the world Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owd'st yesterday. Ha', Ha', false to me? Why how now General? No more of that. Avaunt, be gone: Thou hast set me on the Rack: I swear 'tis better to be much abused, Then but to know't a little. How now, my Lord? What sense had I, in her stolen hours of Lust? I saw't not, thought it not: it harmed not me: I slept the next night well, fed well, was free, and merry. I found not Cassio's kisses on her Lips: He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all. I am sorry to hear this? I had been happy, if the general Camp, Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet Body, So I had nothing known. Oh now, for ever Farewell the Tranquill mind; farewell Content; Farewell the plumed Troops, and the big Wars, That makes Ambition, Virtue! Oh farewell; Farewell the neighing Steed, and the shrill Trump, The Spirit-stirring Drum, th' Eare-piercing Fife, The Royal Banner, and all Quality, Pride, Pomp, and Circumstance of glorious War: And O you mortal Engines, whose rude throats Th' immortal Jove's dread Clamours, counterfeit, Farewell: Othello's Occupation's gone. Is't possible my Lord? Villain, be sure thou prove my Love a Whore; Be sure of it: Give me the Ocular proof, Or by the worth of mine eternal Soul, Thou hadst been better have been borne a Dog Then answer my waked wrath. Is't come to this? Make me to see't: or (at the least) so prove it, That the probation bear no Hinge, nor Loope, To hang a doubt on: Or woe upon thy life. My Noble Lord. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Never pray more: Abandon all remorse On Horrors head, Horrors accumulate: Do deeds to make Heaven weep, all Earth amazed; For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Greater than that. O Grace! O Heaven forgive me! Are you a Man? Have you a Soul? or Sense? God buy you: take mine Office. Oh wretched Fool, That lov'st to make thine Honesty, a Vice! Oh monstrous world! Take note, take note (O World) To be direct and honest, is not safe. I thank you for this profit, and from hence I'll love no Friend, sith Love breeds such offence. Nay stay: thou shouldst be honest.
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Be not acknowne on't: I haue vſe for it. Go, leaue me. I will in Caſſio's Lodging looſe this Napkin, And let him finde it. Trifles light as ayre, Are to the iealious, confirmations ſtrong, As proofes of holy Writ. This may do ſomething. The Moore already changes with my poyſon: Dangerous conceites, are in their Natures poyſons, Which at the firſt are ſcarſe found to diſtaſte: But with a little acte vpon the blood, Burne like the Mines of Sulphure. I did ſay ſo. Looke where he comes: Not Poppy, nor Mandragora, Nor all the drowſie Syrrups of the world Shall euer medicine thee to that ſweete ſleepe Which thou owd'ſt yeſterday. Ha, Ha, falſe to mee? Why how now Generall? No more of that. Auant, be gone: Thou haſt ſet me on the Racke: I ſweare 'tis better to be much abus'd, Then but to know't a little. How now, my Lord? What ſenſe had I, in her ſtolne houres of Luſt? I ſaw't not, thought it not: it harm'd not me: I ſlept the next night well, fed well, was free, and merrie. I found not Caſſio's kiſſes on her Lippes: He that is robb'd, not wanting what is ſtolne, Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all. I am ſorry to heare this? I had beene happy, if the generall Campe, Pyoners and all, had taſted her ſweet Body, So I had nothing knowne. Oh now, for euer Farewell the Tranquill minde; farewell Content; Farewell the plumed Troopes, and the bigge Warres, That makes Ambition, Vertue! Oh farewell; Farewell the neighing Steed, and the ſhrill Trumpe, The Spirit-ſtirring Drum, th' Eare-piercing Fife, The Royall Banner, and all Qualitie, Pride, Pompe, and Circumſtance of glorious Warre: And O you mortall Engines, whoſe rude throates Th' immortall Ioues dread Clamours, counterfet, Farewell: Othello's Occupation's gone. Is't poſſible my Lord? Villaine, be ſure thou proue my Loue a Whore; Be ſure of it: Giue me the Occular proofe, Or by the worth of mine eternall Soule, Thou had'ſt bin better haue bin borne a Dog Then anſwer my wak'd wrath. Is't come to this? Make me to ſee't: or (at the leaſt) ſo proue it, That the probation beare no Hindge, nor Loope, To hang a doubt on: Or woe vpon thy life. My Noble Lord. If thou doſt ſlander her, and torture me, Neuer pray more: Abandon all remorſe On Horrors head, Horrors accumulate: Do deeds to make Heauen weepe, all Earth amaz'd; For nothing canſt thou to damnation adde, Greater then that. O Grace! O Heauen forgiue me! Are you a Man? Haue you a Soule? or Senſe? God buy you: take mine Office. Oh wretched Foole, That lou'ſt to make thine Honeſty, a Vice! Oh monſtrous world! Take note, take note (O World) To be direct and honeſt, is not ſafe. I thanke you for this profit, and from hence Ile loue no Friend, ſith Loue breeds ſuch offence. Nay ſtay: thou ſhould'ſt be honeſt.