Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 464 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
If partiality affined, or league in office, Thou dost deliver, more or less than truth, Thou art no soldier. Touch me not so near, I had rather ha' this tongue out from my mouth, Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio: Yet I persuade myself to speak the truth, Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is General: Montanio and myself being in speech, There comes a fellow, crying out for help, And Cassio following him with determined sword, To execute upon him: Sir this Gentleman Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause; Myself the crying fellow did pursue, Lest by his clamour, as it so fell out, The Town might fall in fright: he swift of foot, Out ran my purpose: and I returned the rather, For that I heard the clink and fall of swords: And Cassio high in oaths, which till to night, I ne'er might see before: when I came back, For this was brief, I found them close together, At blow and thrust, even as again they were, When you yourself did part them. More of this matter can I not report, But men are men, the best sometimes forget; Tho Cassio did some little wrong to him, As men in rage strike those that wish them best, Yet surely Cassio, I believe received From him that fled, some strange indignity, Which patience could not pass. I know Iago, Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter, Making it light to Cassio: Cassio, I love thee, But never more be Officer of mine. Look if my Gentle love be not raised up: I'll make thee an example. What is the matter? All's well now sweeting: Come away to bed: sir, for your hurts, Myself will be your surgeon; lead him off; Iago, look with care about the Town, And silence those, whom this vile brawl distracted. Come Desdemona: 'tis the Soldiers' life, To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife, What are you hurt Leiutenant? I, past all surgery. Marry God forbidden. Reputation, reputation, I ha' lost my reputation: I ha' lost the immortal part sir of myself, And what remains is bestial, my reputation, Iago, my reputation. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound, there is more offence in that, then in Reputation: reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit, and lost without deserving, You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser; what man, there are ways to recover the General again: you are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy, then in malice, even so, as one would beat his offenceless dog, to affright an imperious Lion: sue to him again, and hee's yours.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
If partiality affin'd, or league in office, Thou doest deliuer, more or lesse then truth, Thou art no souldier. Touch me not so neere, I had rather ha this tongue out from my mouth, Then it should doe offence to Michael Cassio: Yet I perswade my selfe to speake the truth, Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is Generall: Montanio and my selfe being in speech, There come a fellow, crying out for helpe, And Cassio following him with determin'd sword, To execute vpon him: Sir this Gentleman Steps in to Cassio, and intreates his pause; My selfe the crying fellow did pursue, Lest by his clamour, as it so fell out, The Towne might fall in fright: he swift of foote, Out ran my purpose: and I returnd the rather, For that I heard the clinke and fall of swords: And Cassio high in oaths, which till to night, I ne're might see before: when I came backe, For this was briefe, I found them close together, At blow and thrust, euen as agen they were, When you your selfe did part them. More of this matter can I not report, But men are men, the bst sometimes forget; Tho Cassio did some little wrong to him, As men in rage strike those that wish them best, Yet surely Cassio, I beleeue receiu'd From him that fled, some strange indignity, Which patience could not passe. I know Iago, Thy honesty and loue doth mince this matter, Making it light to Cassio: Cassio, I loue thee, But neuer more be Officer of mie. Looke if my Gentle loue be not raisde vp: I'le make thee an example. What is the matter? All's well now sweeting: Come away to bed: sir, for your hurts, My selfe will be your surgeon; leade him off; Iago, looke with care about the Towne, And silence those, whom this vile brawle distracted. Come Desdemona: tis the Souldiers life, To haue their balmy umbers wak'd with strife, What are you hurt Leiutenant? I, past all surgery. Mary God forbid. Reputation, reputation, I ha lost my reputation: I ha lost the immortall part sir of my selfe, And what remaines is beastiall, my reputation, Iago, my reputation. As I am an honest man, I thought you had receiu'd some bodily wound, there is more offence in that, then in Reputation: reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit, and lost without deseruing, You haue lost no reputation at all, vnlesse you repute your selfe such a loser; what man, there are wayes to recouer the Generall agen: you are but now cast in his moode, a punishment more in pollicy, then in malice, euen so, as one would beate his offencelesse dog, to affright an imperious Lyon: sue to him againe, andhees yours.