Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 505 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
The ship is here put in: A Veronessa, Michael Cassio, Leiutenant to the warlike Moor Othello, Is come ashore: the Moor himself at Sea, And is in full Commission here for Cypress, I am glad on't, 'tis a worthy Governor. But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfort, Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly, And prays the Moor be safe, for they were parted, With foul and violent Tempest. Pray Heaven he be: For I have served him, and the man commands Like a full Soldier: Let's to the sea side, ho, As well to see the vessel that's come in. As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello. Come, let's do so, For every minute is expectance Of more arrivance, Thanks to the valiant of this worthy Isle, That so approve the Moor, and let the heavens Give him defence against their Elements, For I have lost him on a dangerous sea. Is he well shipped? His Bark is stoutly timbered, and his pilot Of very expert and approved allowance, Therefore my hope's not surfeited to death, Stand in bold cure. A sail, a sail, a sail. What noise? The Town is empty, on the brow o'th' sea, otand ranks of people, and they cry a sail. My hopes do shape him for the guernement. They do discharge the shot of courtesy, Our friend at least. I pray you sir go forth, And give us truth, who 'tis that is arrived. I shall. But good Lieutenant, is your General wived? Most fortunately, he hath achieved a maid, That paragons description, and wild fame: One that excels the blasoning pens, And in the essential vesture of creation, Does bear all excellency:— now, who has put in? 'tis one Iago, ancient to the General, He has had most favourable and happy speed, Tempests themselves, by seas, and howling winds, The guttered rocks, and congregated sands, Traitors enscerped; to clog the guiltless Keel, As having sense of beauty, do omit Their common natures, letting go safely by The divine Desdemona. What is she? She that I spoke of, our great Captain's Captain, Lest in the conduct of the bold Iago. Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts A sevennight's speed— great Ioue Othello guard, And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath, That he may bless this Bay with his tall ship, And swiftly come to Desdemona's arms. Give renewed fire, To our extincted spirits. And bring all Cypress comfort,— O behold The riches of the ship is come ashore. Ye men of Cypress, let her have your knees: Hail to thee Lady: and the grace of heaven, Before, behind thee, and on every hand, Enwheele thee round. I thank you valiant Cassio: What tidings can you tell me of my Lord? He is not yet arrived, nor know I ought, But that he's well, and will be shortly here. O but I fear:— how lost you company? The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship: but hark, A sail.
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The shippe is heere put in: A Veronessa, Michael Cassio, Leiutenant to the warlike Moore Othello, Is come ashore: the Moore himselfe at Sea, And is in full Commission here for Cypres, I am glad on't, tis a worthy Gouernour. But this same Cassio, tho he speake of comfort, Touching the Turkish losse, yet he lookes sadly, And prayes the Moore be safe, for they were parted, With foule and violent Tempest. Pray Heauen he be: For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands Like a full Souldier: Lets to the sea side, ho, As well to see the vessell that's come in. As to throw out our eyes for braue Othello. Come, lets doe so, For euery minute is expectancy Of more arriuance, Thankes to the valiant of this worthy Isle, That so approue the Moore, and let the heauens Giue him defence against their Elements, For I haue lost him on a dangerous sea. Is he well shipt? His Barke is stoutly timberd, and his Pilate Of very expert and approu'd allowance, Therefore my hope's not surfeited to death, Stand in bold cure. A saile, a saile, a saile. What noyse? The Towne is empty, on the brow o'th sea, otand ranckes of people, and they cry a sayle. My hopes doe shape him for the guernement. They doe discharge the shot of courtesie, Our friend at least. I pray you sir goe forth, And giue vs truth, who tis that is arriu'd. I shall. But good Leiutenant, is your Generall wiu'd? Most fortunately, he hath atchieu'd a maide, That parragons description, and wild fame: One that excells the blasoning pens, And in the essentiall vesture of creation, Does beare all excellency:—now, who has put in? Tis one Iago, ancient to the Generall, He has had most fauourable and happy speede, Tempests themselues, by seas, and houing windes, The guttered rocks, and congregated sands, Traitors enscerped; to clog the guiltlesse Keele, As hauing sence of beauty, do omit Their common natures, letting goe safely by The diuine Desdemona. What is she? She that I spoke of, our great Captains Captaine, Lest in the conduct of the bold Iago. Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts A sennights speede—great Ioue Othello guard, And swell his saile with thine owne powerfull breath, That he may blesse this Bay with his tall shippe, And swiftly come to Desdemona's armes. Giue renewd fire, To our extincted spirits. And bring all Cypresse comfort,—O behold The riches of the ship is come ashore. Ye men of Cypres, let her haue your knees: Haile to thee Lady: and the grace of heauen, Before, behinde thee, and on euery hand, Enwheele thee round. I thanke you valiant Cassio: What tidings can you tell me of my Lord? He is not yet arriued, nor know I ought, But that hee's well, and will be shortly here. O but I feare:—how lost you company? The great contention of the sea and skies Parted our fellowship: but harke, A saile.