Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Be not you known on't, I have use for it:— go leave me; I will in Cassio's Lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it: trifles light as air, Are to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ, this may do something, Dangerous conceits are in their nature's poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste. But with a little art, upon the blood. Burn like the minds of sulphur: I did say so: look where he comes, not Poppy, nor Mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall euer medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owedst yesterday. Ha', ha', false to me, to me? Why how now General? no more of that. Avaunt, be gone, thou hast set me on the rack, I swear, 'tis better to be much abused, Then but to know a little. How now my Lord? What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust: I saw't not, thought it not, it harmed not me, I slept the next night well, was free, and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips, He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know'r, and he's not robbed at all. I am sorry to hear this. I had been happy if the general Camp, Pioneers, and all, had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known: O now for ever Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content: Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars. That makes ambition virtue: O farewell, Farewell the neighing Steed, and the shrill Trump, The spirit-stirring Drum, the eare-peircing Fife; The royal Banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war. And O ye mortal Engines, whose wide throats, The immortal Ioues great clamour counterfeit; Farewell, Othello's Occupation's gone. Is't possible my Lord? Villain, be sure thou prove my Love a whore, Be sure of it, give me the oculer proof, Or by the worth of man's eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been borne a dog, Then answer my waked wrath. Is't come to this? Make me to see't, or at the least so prove it, That the probation, bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on: or woe upon thy life. My noble Lord. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Never pray more, abandon all remorse. On horror's head, horrors accumilate: Do deeds, to make heaven weep, all earth amazed, For nothing canst thou to damnation ad greater than that. O grace, O heaven defend me, Are you a man, have you a soul or sense? God buy you, take mine office,— O wretched fool, That livest to make thine honesty a vice, O monstrous world, take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest, is not safe, I thank you for this profit, and from hence, I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence. Nay stay, thou shouldst be honest.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Be not you knowne on't, I haue vse for it:— go leaue me; I will Cassio's Lodging lose this napkin, And let him finde it: triles light as ayr, Are to the iealous, confirmations strong As proofes of holy writ, this may doe something, Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distast. But with a little art, vpon the blood. Burne like the mindes of sulphure: I did say so: looke where he comes, not Poppy, or Mandragora, Nor all the drousie sirrops of the world, Shall uer medicine thee to that sweete sleepe, Which thou owedst yesterday. Ha, ha, false to me, to me? Why how now Generall? no more of that. Auant, be gone, thou hast set me on the racke, I sweare, tis better to be much abus'd, Then but to know a little. How now my Lord? What sense had I of her stolne houres of lust: I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me, I slept the next night well, was free, and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips, He that is rob'd, not wanting what is stolne, Let him not know'r, and hee's not rob'd at all. I am sorry to heare this. I had bin happy if the generall Campe, Pyoners, and all, had tasted her swete body, So I had nothing knowne: O now for euer Farewell the anquile mind, farewell content: Farewell the plumed troope, and the big warres. That makes ambition vertue: O farewell, Farewell the neighing Steed, and the shril Trumpe, The spirit-stirring Drumme, the eare-peircing Fife; The royall Banner, and all quality, Pride, pompe, and circumstance of glorious warre. And O ye mortall Engines, whose wide throates, The immortall Ioues great clamor counterfeit; Farewell, Othello's Occupation's gone. Ist possible my Lord? Villaine, be sure thou proue my Loue a whore, Be sure of it, giue me the oculer proofe, Or by the worth of mans eternall soule, Thou hadst bin better haue beene borne a dog, Then answer my wak'd wrath. Ist come to this? Make me to see't, or at the least so proue it, That the probation, beare no hinge, nor loope, To hang a doubt on: or woe vpon thy life. My noble Lord. If thou doest slander her, and torture me, Neuer pray more, abandon all remorce. On horrors head, horrors accumilate: Do deeds, to make heauen weepe, all earth amaz'd, For nothing canst thou to damnation ad greater then that. O grace, O heauen defend me, Are you a man, haue you a soule or sence? God buy you, take mine office,—O wretched foole, That liuest to make thine honesty a vice, O monstrous world, take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest, is not safe, I thanke you for this profit, and from hence, I'le loue no friend, since loue breedes such offence. Nay stay, thou shouldst be honest.