Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Come, come: you'll never meet a more sufficient man. The Handkerchief. A man that all his time Hath founded his good Fortunes on your love; Shared dangers with you. The Handkerchief. Insooth, you are too blame. Away. Is not this man jealous? I ne'er saw this before. Sure, there's some wonder in this Handkerchikfe, I am most unhappy in the loss of it. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man: They are all but stomachs, and we all but Food, They eat us hungerly, and when they are full They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my Husband. There is no other way: 'tis she must do't: And lo the happiness: go, and importune her. How now (good Cassio) what's the news with you? Madam, my former suit. I do beseech you, That by your virtuous means, I may again Exist, and be a member of his love, Whom I, with all the Office of my heart Entirely honour, I would not be delayed. If my offence, be of such mortal kind, That nor my Service past, nor present Sorrows, Nor purposed merit in futurity, Can ransom me into his love again, But to know so, must be my benefit: So shall I clothe me in a forced content, And shut myself up in some other course To Fortune's Alms. Alas (thrice-gentle Cassio) My Advocation is not now in Tune; My Lord, is not my Lord; nor should I know him, Were he in Favour, as in Humour altered. So help me every spirit sanctified, As I have spoken for you all my best, And stood within the blank of his displeasure For my free speech. You must awhile be patiented: What I can do, I will: and more I will Then for myself, I dare. Let that suffice you. Is my Lord angry? He went hence but now: And certainly in strange unquietness. Can he be angry? I have seen the Cannon When it hath blown his Ranks into the Air, And like the Devil from his very Arm Puffed his own Brother: And is he angry? Something of moment then: I will go meet him, There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. I prithee do so. Something sure of State, Either from Venice, or some vnhatch'd practice Made demonstrable here in Cyprus, to him, Hath pudled his clear Spirit: and in such cases, men's Natures wrangle with inferior things, Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so. For let our finger ache, and it endues Our other healthful members, even to a sense Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not Gods, Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the Bridal. Beshrew me much, Aemilia, I was (unhandsome Warrior, as I am) Arraigning his unkindness with my soul: But now I find, I had suborned the Witness, And he's Indicted falsely.
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Come, come: you'l neuer meete a more ſufficient man. The Handkerchiefe. A man that all his time Hath founded his good Fortunes on your loue; Shar'd dangers with you. The Handkerchiefe. Inſooth, you are too blame. Away. Is not this man iealious? I neu'r ſaw this before. Sure, there's ſome wonder in this Handkerchikfe, I am moſt vnhappy in the loſſe of it. 'Tis not a yeare or two ſhewes vs a man: They are all but Stomackes, and we all but Food, They eate vs hungerly, and when they are full They belch vs. Looke you, Caſſio and my Husband. There is no other way: 'tis ſhe muſt doo't: And loe the happineſſe: go, and importune her. How now (good Caſſio) what's the newes with you? Madam, my former ſuite. I do beſeech you, That by your vertuous meanes, I may againe Exiſt, and be a member of his loue, Whom I, with all the Office of my heart Intirely honour, I would not be delayd. If my offence, be of ſuch mortall kinde, That nor my Seruice paſt, nor preſent Sorrowes, Nor purpos'd merit in futurity, Can ranſome me into his loue againe, But to know ſo, muſt be my benefit: So ſhall I cloath me in a forc'd content, And ſhut my ſelfe vp in ſome other courſe To Fortunes Almes. Alas (thrice-gentle Caſſio) My Aduocation is not now in Tune; My Lord, is not my Lord; nor ſhould I know him, Were he in Fauour, as in Humour alter'd. So helpe me euery ſpirit ſanctified, As I haue ſpoken for you all my beſt, And ſtood within the blanke of his diſpleaſure For my free ſpeech. You muſt awhile be patient: What I can do, I will: and more I will Then for my ſelfe, I dare. Let that ſuffice you. Is my Lord angry? He went hence but now: And certainly in ſtrange vnquietneſſe. Can he be angry? I haue ſeene the Cannon When it hath blowne his Rankes into the Ayre, And like the Diuell from his very Arme Puff't his owne Brother: And is he angry? Something of moment then: I will go meet him, There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. I prythee do ſo. Something ſure of State, Either from Venice, or ſome vnhatch'd practiſe Made demonſtrable heere in Cyprus, to him, Hath pudled his cleare Spirit: and in ſuch caſes, Mens Natures wrangle with inferiour things, Though great ones are their obiect. 'Tis euen ſo. For let our finger ake, and it endues Our other healthfull members, euen to a ſenſe Of paine. Nay, we muſt thinke men are not Gods, Nor of them looke for ſuch obſeruancie As fits the Bridall. Beſhrew me much, Aemilia, I was (vnhandſome Warrior, as I am) Arraigning his vnkindneſſe with my ſoule: But now I finde, I had ſuborn'd the Witneſſe, And he's Indited falſely.