Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 462 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Fetch Desdemona hither. Ancient conduct them, you best know the place; And till she come, as faithful as to heaven, So justly to your grave ears I'll present, How I did thrive in this fair Lady's love, And she in mine. Say it Othello. Her Father loved me, oft invited me, Still questioned me the story of my life, From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes That I have passed: I ran it through, even from my boyish days, Toth' very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accident of flood and field; Of heire-breadth escapes i'th' imminent deadly breach; Of being taken by the insolent foe: And sold to slavery, and my redemption thence, And with it all my travels History; Wherein of Antrees vast, and Deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills, whose heads touch heaven, It was my hent to speak, such was the process: And of the Cannibals, that each other eat; The anthropophagy, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders: this to hear, Would Desdemona seriously incline; But still the house affairs would draw her thence, And ever as she could with hast dispatch, she'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse; which I observing, took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcel she had something heard, But not intentively, I did consent, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressed stroke That my youth suffered: my story being done; She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore I faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man: she thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this heat I spoke: She loved me for the dangers I had past. And I lou'd her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used: Here comes the Lady, Let her witness it. I think this tale would win my daughter to,— Good Brabantio, take up this mangled matter at the best, Men do their broken weapons rather use, Then their bare hands. I pray you hear her speak. If she confess that she was halfe the wooer, Destruction lite on me, if my bad blame Light on the man. Come hither gentle mistress: Do you perceive in all this noble company, Where most you own obedience?
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Fetch Desdemona hither. Ancient conduct them, you best know the place; And till she come, as faithfull as to heauen, So iustly to your graue eares I'le present, How I did thriue in this faire Ladyes loue, And she in mine. Say it Othello. Her Father loued me, oft inuited me, Still questioned me the story of my life, From yeare to yeare; the battailes, seiges, fortunes That I haue past: I ran it through, euen from my boyish dayes, Toth' very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moouing accident of flood and field; Of heire-breadth scapes ith imminent deadly breach; Of being taken by the insolent foe: And sold to slauery, and my redemption thence, And with it all my trauells Historie; Wherein of Antrees vast, and Deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hils, whose heads touch heauen, It was my hent to speake, such was the processe: And of the Cannibals, that each other eate; The Anthropophagie, and men whose heads Doe grow beneath their shoulders: this to heare, Would Desdemona seriously incline; But still the house affaires would draw her thence, And euer as she could with hast dispatch, Shee'd come againe, and with a greedy eare Deuoure vp my discourse; which I obseruing, Tooke once a plyant houre, and found good meanes To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcell she had something heard, But not intentiuely, I did consent, And ofen did beguile her of her teares, When I did speake of some distressed stroake That my youth suffered: my story being done; She gaue me for my paines a world of sighes; She swore I faith twas strange, twas passing strange; Twas pittifull, twas wondrous pittfull; She wisht she had not heard it, yet she wisht That heauen had made her such a man: she thanked me, And bad me, if I had a friend that loued her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would wooe her. Vpon this heate I spake: She lou'd me for the dangers I had past. And I ou'd her that did pitty them. This onely is the witchcraft I haue vs'd: Here comes the Lady, Let her witesse it. I thinke this tale would win my daughter to,— Good Brabatio, take vp this mangled matter at the best, Men doe their broken weapons rather vse, Then their bare hands. I pray you heare her speake. If she confesse that she was halfe the wooer, Destruction ite on me, if my bad blame Light on the man. Come hither gentle mistresse: Doe you perceiue in all this noble company, Where most you owe obedience?