Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy typicality 0.79 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Pray heaven it be State matters, as you think, and no Conception, Nor no jealous Toy, concerning you. Alas the day, I never gave him cause. But jealous souls will not be answered so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous, for they're jealous. It is a Monster Begot upon itself, borne on itself. Heaven keep the Monster from Othello's mind. Lady, Amen. I will go seek him. Cassio, walk here about: If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, And seek to effect it to my uttermost. I humbly thank your Ladyship. 'Saue you (Friend Cassio.) What make you from home? How is't with you, my most fair Bianca? Indeed (sweet Love) I was coming to your house. And I was going to your Lodging, Cassio. What? keep a week away? Seven days, and Nights? Eight score eight hours? And Lovers absent hours More tedious than the Dial, eight score times? Oh weary reckoning. Pardon me, Bianca: I have this while with leaden thoughts been pressed, But I shall in a more continuate time Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca Take me this work out. Oh Cassio, whence came this? This is some Token from a newer Friend, To the felt-Absence: now I feel a Cause: Is't come to this? Well, well. Go too, woman: Throw your vild guesses in the Devil's teeth, From whence you have them. You are jealous now, That this is from some Mistress, some remembrance; No, in good troth Bianca. Why, who's is it? I know not neither: I found it in my Chamber, I like the work well; Ere it be demanded (As like enough it will) I would have it copied: Take it, and do't, and leave me for this time. Leave you? Wherefore? I do attend here on the General, And think it no addition nor my wish To have him see me woman'd. Why, I pray you? Not that I love you not. But that you do not love me. I pray you bring me on the way a little, And say, if I shall see you soon at night? 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you, For I attend here: But I'll see you soon. 'Tis very good: I must be circumstanced. Will you think so? Think so, Iago? What, to kiss in private? An vnauthoriz'd kiss? Or to be naked with her Friend in bed, An hour, or more, not meaning any harm? Naked in bed (Iago) and not mean harm? It is hypocrisy against the Devil: They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The Devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt Heaven. If they do nothing, 'tis a Venial slip: But if I give my wife a Handkerchief. What then? Why then 'tis hers (my Lord) and being hers, She may (I think) bestowed on any man.
nodes 1969–2038 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 52 in this edition
Length
481 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousycross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.786 (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)
Pray heauen it bee State matters, as you thinke, and no Conception, Nor no Iealious Toy, concerning you. Alas the day, I neuer gaue him cauſe. But Iealious ſoules will not be anſwer'd ſo; They are not euer iealious for the cauſe, But iealious, for they're iealious. It is a Monſter Begot vpon it ſelfe, borne on it ſelfe. Heauen keepe the Monſter from Othello's mind. Lady, Amen. I will go ſeeke him. Caſſio, walke heere about: If I doe finde him fit, Ile moue your ſuite, And ſeeke to effect it to my vttermoſt. I humbly thanke your Ladyſhip. 'Saue you (Friend Caſſio.) What make you from home? How is't with you, my moſt faire Bianca? Indeed (ſweet Loue) I was comming to your houſe. And I was going to your Lodging, Caſſio. What? keepe a weeke away? Seuen dayes, and Nights? Eight ſcore eight houres? And Louers abſent howres More tedious then the Diall, eight ſcore times? Oh weary reck'ning. Pardon me, Bianca: I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene preſt, But I ſhall in a more continuate time Strike off this ſcore of abſence. Sweet Bianca Take me this worke out. Oh Caſſio, whence came this? This is ſome Token from a newer Friend, To the felt-Abſence: now I feele a Cauſe: Is't come to this? Well, well. Go too, woman: Throw your vilde geſſes in the Diuels teeth, From whence you haue them. You are iealious now, That this is from ſome Miſtris, ſome remembrance; No, in good troth Bianca. Why, who's is it? I know not neither: I found it in my Chamber, I like the worke well; Ere it be demanded (As like enough it will) I would haue it coppied: Take it, and doo't, and leaue me for this time. Leaue you? Wherefore? I do attend heere on the Generall, And thinke it no addition nor my wiſh To haue him ſee me woman'd. Why, I ptay you? Not that I loue you not. But that you do not loue me. I pray you bring me on the way a little, And ſay, if I ſhall ſee you ſoone at night? 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you, For I attend heere: But Ile ſee you ſoone. 'Tis very good: I muſt be circumſtanc'd. Will you thinke ſo? Thinke ſo, Iago? What, to kiſſe in priuate? An vnauthoriz'd kiſſe? Or to be naked with her Friend in bed, An houre, or more, not meaning any harme? Naked in bed (Iago) and not meane harme? It is hypocriſie againſt the Diuell: They that meane vertuouſly, and yet do ſo, The Diuell their vertue tempts, and they tempt Heauen. If they do nothing, 'tis a Veniall ſlip: But if I giue my wife a Handkerchiefe. What then? Why then 'tis hers (my Lord) and being hers, She may (I thinke) beſtow't on any man.