Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Stand you a while apart, Confine yourself but in a patiented List, Whilst you were here, overwhelmed with your grief (A passion most resulting such a man) Cassio came hither. I shifted him away, And laid good scuses upon your Ecstasy, Bade him anon return: and here speak with me, The which he promised. Do but encaue yourself, And mark the Fleeres, the Gybes, and notable Scorns That dwell in every Region of his face. For I will make him tell the Tale anew; Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when He hath, and is again to cope your wife. I say, but mark his gesture: marry Patience, Or I shall say ye are all in all in Spleen, And nothing of a man. Dost thou hear, Iago, I will be found most cunning in my Patience: But (dost thou hear) most bloody. That's not amiss, But yet keep time in all: will you withdraw? Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, A Huswife, that by selling her desires Buys herself Bread, and Cloth. It is a Creature That dotes on Cassio, (as 'tis the Strumpet's plague To be-guile many, and be beguiled by one) He, when he hears of her, cannot restrain From the excess of Laughter. here he comes. As he shall smile, Othells shall go mad: And his unbookish jealousy must conserve Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviours Quite in the wrong. How do you Lieutenant? The worse, that you give me the addition, Whose want even kills me. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't: Now, if this Suit lay in Bianca's dowry, How quickly should you speed? Alas poor Caitiff. Look how he laughs already. I never knew woman love man so. Alas poor Rogue, I think indeed she loves me. Now he denies it faintly: and laughs it out. Do you hear Cassio? Now he importunes him To tell it o'er: go too, well said, well said. She gives it out, that you shall marry her. Do you intent it? Ha', ha', ha'. Do ye triumph, Roman? do you triumph? I marry. What? A customer; prithee bear Some Charity to my wit, do not think it So unwholesome. Ha', ha', ha'. So, so, so, so: they laugh, that wins. Why the cry goes, that you marry her. Prithee say true. I am a very Villain else. Have you scored me? Well. This is the Monkeys own giving out: She is persuaded I will marry her Out of her own love & flattery, not out of my promise. Iago becomes me: now he begins the story. She was here even now: she haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the Sea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the Bauble, and falls me thus about my neck. Crying ohs dear Cassio, as it were: his gesture imports it.
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Stand you a while apart, Confine your ſelfe but in a patient Liſ, Whil'ſt you were heere, o're-whelmed with your griefe (A paſſion moſt reſulting ſuch a man) Caſſio came hither. I ſhifted him away, And layd good ſcuſes vpon your Extaſie, Bad him anon returne: and heere ſpeake with me, The which he promis'd. Do but encaue your ſelfe, And marke the Fleeres, the Gybes, and notable Scornes That dwell in euery Region of his face. For I will make him tell the Tale anew; Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when He hath, and is againe to cope your wife. I ſay, but marke his geſture: marry Patience, Or I ſhall ſay y' are all in all in Spleene, And nothing of a man. Do'ſt thou heare, Iago, I will be found moſt cunning in my Patience: But (do'ſt thou heare) moſt bloody. That's not amiſſe, But yet keepe time in all: will you withdraw? Now will I queſtion Caſſio of Bianca, A Huſwife, that by ſelling her deſires Buyes her ſelfe Bread, and Cloath. It is a Creature That dotes on Caſſio, (as 'tis the Strumpets plague To be-guile many, and be be-guil'd by one) He, when he heares of her, cannot reſtraine From the exceſſe of Laughter. Heere he comes. As he ſhall ſmile, Othells ſhall go mad: And his vnbookiſh Ielouſie muſt conſerue Poore Caſſio's ſmiles, geſtures, and light behauiours Quite in the wrong. How do you Lieutenant? The worſer, that you giue me the addition, Whoſe want euen killes me. Ply Deſdemona well, and you are ſure on't: Now, if this Suit lay in Bianca's dowre, How quickely ſhould you ſpeed? Alas poore Caitiffe. Looke how he laughes already. I neuer knew woman loue man ſo. Alas poore Rogue, I thinke indeed ſhe loues me. Now he denies it faintly: and laughes it out. Do you heare Caſſio? Now he importunes him To tell it o're: go too, well ſaid, well ſaid. She giues it out, that you ſhall marry her. Do you intend it? Ha, ha, ha. Do ye triumph, Romaine? do you triumph? I marry. What? A cuſtomer; prythee beare Some Charitie to my wit, do not thinke it So vnwholeſome. Ha, ha, ha. So, ſo, ſo, ſo: they laugh, that winnes. Why the cry goes, that you marry her. Prythee ſay true. I am a very Villaine elſe. Haue you ſcoar'd me? Well. This is the Monkeys owne giuing out: She is perſwaded I will marry her Out of her owne loue & flattery, not out of my promiſe. Iago becomes me: now he begins the ſtory. She was heere euen now: ſhe haunts me in euery place. I was the other day talking on the Sea-banke with certaine Venetians, and thither comes the Bauble, and falls me thus about my neck. Crying oh deere Caſſio, as it were: his ieſture imports it.