Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
I should be wise; for honesty's a Fool, And loses that it works for. By the World, I think my Wife be honest, and think she is not: I think that thou art just, and think thou art not: I'll have some proof. My name that was as fresh As Diane's Visage, is now begrimed and black As mine own face. If there be Cords, or Knives, Poison, or Fire, or suffocating streams, I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied. I see you are eaten up with Passion: I do repent me, that I put it to you. You would be satisfied? Would? Nay, and I will. And may: but how? How satisfied, my Lord? Would you the super-vision grossly gape on? Behold her topped? Death, and damnation. Oh! It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring them to that Prospect: Damn them then, If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster More than their own. What then? How then? What shall I say? Where's Satisfaction? It is impossible you should see this, Were they as prime as Goats, as hot as Monkeys, As salt as Wolves in pride, and Fools as gross As Ignorance, made drunk. But yet, I say, If imputation, and strong circumstances, Which lead directly to the door of Truth, Will give you satisfaction, you might have't. Give me a living reason she's disloyal. I do not like the Office. But sith I am entered in this cause so far (Pricked too't by foolish Honesty, and Love) I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately, And being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not sleep. There are a kind of men, So lose of Soul, that in their sleeps will mutter Their Affairs: one of this kind is Cassio: In sleep I heard him say, sweet Desdemona, Let us be wary, let us hide our Loves, And then (Sir) would he gripe, and wring my hand: Cry, oh sweet Creature: then kiss me hard, As if he plucked up kisses by the roots, That grew upon my lips, laid his Leg o'er my Thigh, And sigh, and kiss, and then cry cursed Fate, That gave thee to the Moor. O monstrous! monstrous! Nay, this was but his Dream. But this denoted a foregone conclusion, 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a Dream. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonstrate thinly. I'll tear her all to pieces. Nay yet be wise; yet we see nothing done, She may be honest yet: Tell me but this, Have you not sometimes seen a Handkerchief Spotted with Strawberries, in your wife's hand? I gave her such a one: 'twas my first gift. I know not that: but such a Handkerchief (I am sure it was your wives) did I to day See Cassio wipe his Beard with. If it be that. If it be that, or any, it was hers. It speaks against her with the other proofs.
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I ſhould be wiſe; for Honeſtie's a Foole, And looſes that it workes for. By the World, I thinke my Wife be honeſt, and thinke ſhe is not: I thinke that thou art iuſt, and thinke thou art not: Ile haue ſome proofe. My name that was as freſh As Dians Viſage, is now begrim'd and blacke As mine owne face. If there be Cords, or Kniues, Poyſon, or Fire, or ſuffocating ſtreames, Ile not indure it. Would I were ſatisfied. I ſee you are eaten vp with Paſſion: I do repent me, that I put it to you. You would be ſatisfied? Would? Nay, and I will. And may: but how? How ſatisfied, my Lord? Would you the ſuper-viſion groſſely gape on? Behold her top'd? Death, and damnation. Oh! It were a tedious difficulty, I thinke, To bring them to that Proſpect: Damne them then, If euer mortall eyes do ſee them boulſter More then their owne. What then? How then? What ſhall I ſay? Where's Satisfaction? It is impoſſible you ſhould ſee this, Were they as prime as Goates, as hot as Monkeyes, As ſalt as Wolues in pride, and Fooles as groſſe As Ignorance, made drunke. But yet, I ſay, If imputation, and ſtrong circumſtances, Which leade directly to the doore of Truth, Will giue you ſatisfaction, you might haue't. Giue me a liuing reaſon ſhe's diſloyall. I do not like the Office. But ſith I am entred in this cauſe ſo farre (Prick'd too't by fooliſh Honeſty, and Loue) I will go on. I lay with Caſſio lately, And being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not ſleepe. There are a kinde of men, So looſe of Soule, that in their ſleepes will mutter Their Affayres: one of this kinde is Caſſio: In ſleepe I heard him ſay, ſweet Deſdemona, Let vs be wary, let vs hide our Loues, And then (Sir) would he gripe, and wring my hand: Cry, oh ſweet Creature: then kiſſe me hard, As if he pluckt vp kiſſes by the rootes, That grew vpon my lippes, laid his Leg ore my Thigh, And ſigh, and kiſſe, and then cry curſed Fate, That gaue thee to the Moore. O monſtrous! monſtrous! Nay, this was but his Dreame. But this denoted a fore-gone concluſion, 'Tis a ſhrew'd doubt, though it be but a Dreame. And this may helpe to thicken other proofes, That do demonſtrate thinly. Ile teare her all to peeces. Nay yet be wiſe; yet we ſee nothing done, She may be honeſt yet: Tell me but this, Haue you not ſometimes ſeene a Handkerchiefe Spotted with Strawberries, in your wiues hand? I gaue her ſuch a one: 'twas my firſt gift. I know not that: but ſuch a Handkerchiefe (I am ſure it was your wiues) did I to day See Caſſio wipe his Beard with. If it be that. If it be that, or any, it was hers. It ſpeakes againſt her with the other proofes.