Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.77 · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Thou art sure of me— go, make money— I have told thee often, and I tell thee again, and again, I hate the Moor, my cause is hearted, thine has no less reason, let us be communicative in our revenge against him: If thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, and me a sport. There are many events in the womb of Time, which will be delivered. Trauerce, go, provide thy money, we will have more of this to morrow, Adive. Where shall we meet i'th' morning. At my lodging. I'll be with thee betimes. Go to, farewell:— do you hear Roderigo? what say you? No more of drowning, do you hear? I am changed. Go to, farewell, put money enough in your purse: Thus do I ever make my fool my purse: For I mine own gained knowledge should profane, If I would time expend with such a snipe, But for my sport and profit: I hate the Moor, And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets Has done my office; I know not, if't be true— Yet I, for mere suspicion in that kind, Will do, as if for surety: he holds me well, The better shall my purpose work on him. Cassio's a proper man, let me see now, To get this place, and to make up my will, A double knavery— how, how,— let me see, After some time, to abuse Othelloes ear, That he is too familiar with his wife: He has a person and a smooth dispose, To be suspected, framed to make women false: The Moor a free and open nature too, That thinks men honest, that but seems to be so: And will as tenderly be led bit'h nose— as Asses are: I have't, it is engendered: Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light. WHat from the Cape can you discern at Sea? Nothing at all, it is a high wrought flood, I cannot 'twixt the haven and the main Descry a sail. Me thinks the wind does speak aloud at land, A fuller blast ne'er shook our Battlements: If it ha' ruffiand so upon the sea. What ribs of Oak, when the huge mountain meslt, Can hold the morties,— What shall we hear of this? A segregation of the Turkish Fleet: For do but stand upon the banning shore, The chiding billow seems to pelt the clouds, The wind shaked surge, with high and monstrous mane, Seems to cast water, on the burning Bear, And quench the guards of th'ever fired pole, I never did, like molestation view, On the enchafed flood. If that the Turkish Fleet Be not insheltered, and embayed, they are drowned, It is impossible they bear it out. News Lords, your wars are done: The desperate Tempest hath so banged the Turk, That their designment halts: Another ship of Venice hath seen A grievous wrack and sufferance On most part of the Fleet. How, is this true?
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 838 · TCP A11992 · DEEP 694
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 605–660 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 50 in this edition
Length
498 words · 673 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T57 — Ships, merchants and piratesreviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.771 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
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)
Thou art sure of me—goe, make money—I haue told thee often, and I tell thee againe, and againe, I hate the Moore, my cause is harted, thine has no lesse reason, let vs be communicatiue in our reuenge against him: If thou canst cuckold him, thou doest thy selfe a pleasure, and me a sport. There are many euets in the womb of Time, which will be deliuered. Traerce, go, prouide thy money, we will haue more of this to morrow, Adiue. Where shall we meete i'th morning. At my lodging. I'le be with thee betimes. Go to, farewell:—doe you heare Rodrigo? what say you? No more of drowning, doe you heare? I am chang'd. Goe to, farewell, put money enough in your pure: Thus doe I euer make my foole my purse: For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane, If I would time expend with such a snipe, But for my sport and profit: I hate the Moore, And it is thought abroad, that twixt my sheetes Ha's done my office; I know not, if't be true— Yet I, for meere suspition in that kind, Will doe, as if for surety: he holds me well, The better shall my purpose worke on him. Cassio's a proper man, let me see now, To get this place, and to make vp my will, A double knauery—how, how,—let me see, After some time, to abuse Othelloe's eare, That he is too familiar with his wife: He has a person and a smooth dispose, To be suspected, fram'd to make women false: The Moore a free and open nature too, That thinkes men honest, that but seemes to be so: And will as tenderly be led bit'h nose—as Asses are▪ I ha't, it is ingender'd: Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the worlds light. VVHat from the Cape can you discerne at Sea? Nothing at all, it is a high wrought flood, I cannot twixt the hauen and the mayne Descry a sale. Me thinkes the wind does speake aloud at land, A fuller blast ne're shooke our Battlements: If it ha ruffiand so vpon the sea. What ribbes of Oake, when the huge mountaine , Can hold the morties,—What shall we heare of this? A segregation of the Turkish Fleete: For doe but stand vpon the banning shore, The chiding billow seemes to pelt the cloudes, The winde shak'd surge, with high and monstrous , Seemes to cast water, on the burning Beare, And quench the guards of th'euer fired pole, I neuer did, like molestation view, On the inchaed flood. If that the Turkish Fleete Be not inshelter'd, and embayed, they are drown'd, It is impossible they beare it out. Newes Lords, your warres are done: The desperate Tempest hath so bang'd the Turke, That their designeent halts: Another shippe of Venice hath seene A greeuous wracke and sufferance On most part of the Fleete. How, is this true?