Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.83 · 475 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Pray be content. O blood, Iago, blood. Patience I say, your mind perhaps may change. Never: In the due reverence of a sacred vow, I here engage my words. do notrise yet: Witness you everburning lights above, You Elements that clip us round about, Witness that here, Iago doth give up The excellency of his wit, hand, heart, To wronged Othello's seruice: let him command, And to obey, shall be remorse, What bloody work so ever. I greet thy love: Not with vain thankes, but with acceptance bounteous, And will vpon the instant put thee o', Within these three days, let me hear thee say, That Cassio's not alive, My friend is dead: 'tis done as you request, but let her live. Damn her lewd minks O damn her, Come, go with me apart, I will withdraw To furnish me with some swift means of death, For the fair devil: now art thou my Lieutenant. I am your own for ever. Do you know sirra, where the Lieutenant Cassio lies? I dare not say he lies any where. Why man? He is a Soldier, and for one to say a Soldier lies, is stabbing. Go to, where lodges he? I know not where he lodges, and for me to device a lodging, and say he lies there, were to lie in my throat. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report? I will cathechize the world for him, that is, make questions And by them answer. Seek him, bid him come hither, tell him I have moved my Lord in his behalf, and hope all will be well. To do this is within the compass of a man, and therefore I'll attempt the doing of it. Where should I lose that handkercher Emillia? I know not Madam. Believe me, I had rather lose my purse Full of Crusadoes: and but my noble Moor Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness, As jealous creatures are, it were enough, To put him to ill thinking. Is he not jealous. Who he? I think the Sun where he was borne, Drew all such humours from him. Look where he comes. I will not leave him now, Cassio be called to him: how is it with you my Lord? Well my good Lady: O hardness to dissemble: How do you Desdomona? Well, my good Lord. Give me your hand, this hand is moist my Lady. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sorrow. This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart, Not hot and moist, this hand of yours requires A sequester from liberty: fasting and praying, Much castigation, exercise devout; For here 's a young and swetting devil here, That commonly rebels: 'tis a good hand, A frank one. You may indeed say so, For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.
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 1717–1782 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 50 in this edition
Length
475 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.829 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T30 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Pray be content. O blood, Iago, blood. Patience I say, your mind perhaps may change. Neuer: In the due reuerence of a acred vow, I here ingage my words. De notrise yet: Witnesse you euer-burning lights aboue, You Elements that clip vs round abou, Witnesse that here, Iago doth giue vp The excellency of his wit, hand, heart, To wrong'd Othello's seuice: let him command, And to obey, shall be reorce, VVhat bloody worke so euer. I greete thy loue: Not with vaine thankes, but with accepnce bounteous, And will vpon the instant put thee o', VVithin these three dayes, let me heare thee say, That Cassi's not aliue, My friend is dead: Tis one as you request, but let her liue. Dam her lewd minks O dher, Come, goe with me apart, I will withdraw To furnish me with some swift meanes of death, For the faire diuell: now art thou my Leiutenant. I am your owne for euer. Do you know , where the Leiutenant Cassi lies? I dare not say he lies any where. VVhy man? He is a Souldier, and for one to say a Souldier lies, is sabbing. Go to, where Iodges he? I know not where he lodges, and for me to deuise a lodging, and say he lies there, were to lie in my thoate. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report? I will cathechize the world for him, that is, make questions And by them answer. Seeke him, bid him come hither, ell him I haue moued my Lord in his behafe, and hope all will be well. To doe this is within the compae of a man, and therefore I'le attempt the doing of it. VVhere should I loose that andkercher Emillia? I know not Madam. Beleeue me, I had rather loose my purse Full of Cusa does: and but my noble Moore Is true of minde, and made of no such basenesse, As iealous creatures are, it were enough, To put him to ill thinkig. Is he not iealous. Who he? I thinke the Sun where he was borne, Drew all such humors from him. Looke where he comes. I will not leaue him now, Lt Cssio be cald to him: how is it with you my Lord? Well my good Lady: O hardnesse to dissemble: How doe you Desdomona? Well, my good Lord. Giue me your hand, this hand is moist my Lady. It yet has felt no age, nor knowne no sorrow. This argues fruitfulnesse and liberall heart, Not hot and moit, this hand of yours requires A sequester from liberty: fasting and praying, Much castigation, exercise deuout; For eere's a young and swetting diuell here, That commonly rebels: tis a good hand, A franke one. You may indeed say so, For twas that hand that gaue away my heart.