Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
What is your pleasure Madam? How is't with you? I cannot tell: those that do teach young Babes Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks. He might have chid me so: for in good faith I am a Child to chiding. What is the matter Lady? Alas (Iago) my Lord hath so bewhored her, Thrown such despite, and heavy terms upon her That true hearts cannot bear it. Am I that name, Iago? What name (fair Lady?) Such as she said my Lord did say I was. He called her whore: a Beggar in his drink: Can not have laid such terms upon his Callet. Why did he so? I do not know: I am sure I am none such. Do not weep, do not weep: alas the day. Hath she forsook so many Noble Matches? Her Father? And her Country? And her Friends? To be called Whore? Would it not make one weep? It is my wretched Fortune. Beshrew him for't: How comes this Trick upon him? Nay, Heaven doth know. I will be hanged, if some eternal Villain, Some busy and insinuating Rogue, Some cogging, cozening Slave, to get some Office, Have not devised this Slander: I will be hanged else. Fie, there is no such man: it is impossible. If any such there be, Heaven pardon him. A halter pardon him: And hell gnaw his bones. Why should he call her Whore? Who keeps her company? What Place? What Time? What Form? What liklyhood? The moor's abused by some most villainous Knave, Some base notorious Knave, some scurvy Fellow. Oh Heavens, that such companions thou'dst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the Rascals naked through the world, Even from the East to th' West. Speak within door. Oh fie upon them: some such Squire he was That turned your wit, the seamy-side without, And made you to suspect me with the Moor. You are a Fool: go too. Alas Iago, What shall I do to win my Lord again? Good Friend, go to him: for by this light of Heaven, I know not how I lost him. here I kneel: If ere my will did trespass 'gainst his Love, Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed, Or that mine Eyes, mine Ears, or any Sense Delighted them: or any other Form. Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will, (though he do shake me off To beggarly divorcement) Love him dearly, Comfort forswear me. Unkindness may do much, And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my Love.. I cannot say Whore, It does abhor me now I speak the word, To do the Act, that might the addition earn, Not the world's Mass of vanity could make me. I pray you be content: 'tis but his humour: The business of the State does him offence. If 'twere no other.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What is your pleaſure Madam? How is't with you? I cannot tell: thoſe that do teach yong Babes Do it with gentle meanes, and eaſie taskes. He might haue chid me ſo: for in good faith I am a Child to chiding. What is the matter Lady? Alas (Iago) my Lord hath ſo bewhor'd her, Throwne ſuch diſpight, and heauy termes vpon her That true hears cannot beare it. Am I that name, Iago? What name (faire Lady?) Such as ſhe ſaid my Lord did ſay I was. He call'd her whore: a Begger in his drinke: Could not haue laid ſuch termes vpon his Callet. Why did he ſo? I do not know: I am ſure I am none ſuch. Do not weepe, do not weepe: alas the day. Hath ſhe forſooke ſo many Noble Matches? Her Father? And her Country? And her Friends? To be call'd Whore? Would it not make one weepe? It is my wretched Fortune. Beſhrew him for't: How comes this Tricke vpon him? Nay, Heauen doth know. I will be hang'd, if ſome eternall Villaine, Some buſie and inſinuating Rogue, Some cogging, cozening Slaue, to get ſome Office, Haue not deuis'd this Slander: I will be hang'd elſe. Fie, there is no ſuch man: it is impoſſible. If any ſuch there be, Heauen pardon him. A halter pardon him: And hell gnaw his bones. Why ſhould he call her Whore? Who keepes her companie? What Place? What Time? What Forme? What liklyhood? The Moore's abus'd by ſome moſt villanous Knaue, Some baſe notorious Knaue, ſome ſcuruy Fellow. Oh Heauens, that ſuch companions thou'd'ſt vnfold, And put in euery honeſt hand a whip To laſh the Raſcalls naked through the world, Euen from the Eaſt to th' Weſt. Speake within doore. Oh fie vpon them: ſome ſuch Squire he was That turn'd your wit, the ſeamy-ſide without, And made you to ſuſpect me with the Moore. You are a Foole: go too. Alas Iago, What ſhall I do to win my Lord againe? Good Friend, go to him: for by this light of Heauen, I know not how I loſt him. Heere I kneele: If ere my will did treſpaſſe 'gainſt his Loue, Either in diſcourſe of thought, or actuall deed, Or that mine Eyes, mine Eares, or any Sence Delighted them: or any other Forme. Or that I do not yet, and euer did, And euer will, (though he do ſhake me off To beggerly diuorcement) Loue him deerely, Comfort forſweare me. Vnkindneſſe may do much, And his vnkindneſſe may defeat my life, But neuer taynt my Loue. I cannot ſay Whore, It do's abhorre me now I ſpeake the word, To do the Act, that might the addition earne, Not the worlds Maſſe of vanitie could make me. I pray you be content: 'tis but his humour: The buſineſſe of the State do's him offence. If 'twere no other.