Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 500 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Hark. O wretched villain. Two or three groans, it is a heavy night, These may be counterfeits, let's think't unsafe To come into the cry without more help. No body come, then shall I bleed to death. Hark. Here's one comes in his shirt, with lights and weapons, Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder. I do not know. Did not you hear a cry? Here, here, for heaven's sake help me. What's the matter. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it. The same indeed, a very valiant fellow. What are you here, that cry so grievously? Iago, O I am spoiled, undone by villains, Give me some help. O my Lieutenant: what villains have done this? I think the one of them is here about, And cannot make away. O treacherous villains: What are you there? come in and give some help. O help me here. That's one of 'em. O murderous slave, O villain. O damned Iago, O in humane dog,— o, o, Kill him i'the dark? where be those bloody thieves? How silent is this Town? Ho, murder, murder: What may you be, are you of good or evil? As you shall prove us, praise us. Signior Lodovico. He sir. I cry you mercy: here's Cassio hurt by villains. Cassio. How is it brother? My leg is cut in two. Marry heaven forbidden: Light Gentlemen, I'll bind it with my shirt. What is the matter ho, who is't that cried? Who is't that cried. O my dear Cassio, O my sweet Cassio, Cassio, Cassio. O notable strumpet: Cassio may you suspect Who they should be, that thus have mangled you? No. I am sorry to find you thus, I have been to seek you. Alas he faints, O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To bear a part in this: patience a while good Cassio: Lend me a light; know we this face, or no? Alas my friend, and my dear country man: Roderigo? no, yes sure: O heaven Roderigo. What of Venice? Even he sir, did you know him? Know him? I. Signior Gratiano, I cry you gentle pardon: These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you. I am glad to see you. How do you Cassio? O a chair, a chair. Roderigo. He, 'tis he: O that's well said, a chair: Some good man bear him carefully from hence, I'll fetch the General's Surgeon: for you mistress, Save you your labour, he that lies slain here Cassio, Was my dear friend, what malice was betwixt you? None in the world, nor do I know the man. What, look you pale? O bear him out o'th' air. Stay you good Gentlewoman, look you pale mistress? Do you perceive the ieastures of her eye, Nay, an you stir, we shall have more anon: Behold her well I pray you, look upon her, Do you see Gentlemen? Nay guiltiness Will speak, though tongues were out of use.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Harke. O wretched villaine. Two or three grones, it is a heauy night, These may be counterfeits, let's think't vnsafe To come into the cry without more helpe. No body come, then all I bleed to death. Harke. Here's one comes in his shirt, with lights and weapons, Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder. I doe not know. Did not you heare a cry? Here, here, for heauens sake helpe me. What's the matter. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it. The same indeed, a very valiant fellow. What are you here, that cry so greuouly? Iago, O I am spoil'd, vndone by villaines, Giue me some helpe. O my Leiutenant: what villaines haue done this? I thinke the one of them is heere about, And cannot make away. O treacherous villaines: What are you there? come in and giue some helpe. O helpe me here. That's one of em. O murderous slaue, O villaine. O dambd Iago, O in humaine dog,—o, o, o. Kill him i'the dark? where be those bloody theeues? How silent is this Towne? Ho, murder, murder: What may you be, are you of good or euill? As you shall proue vs, praise vs. Seignior Lodouico. He sir. I cry you mercy: here's Cassio hurt by villaines. Cassio. How is it brother? My leg is cut in two. Mary heauen forbid: Light Gentlemen, I'le bind it with my shirt. What is the matter ho, who ist that cried? Who ist that cried. O my deare Cassio, O my sweete Cassio, Cassio, Cassio. O notable strumpet: Cassio may you suspect Who they should be, that thus haue mangled you? No. I am sorry to find you thus, I haue bin to seeke you. Alas he faints, O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio. Gentlemen all, I doe suspect this trash To beare a part in this: patience a while good Cass: Lend me a ligh; know we this face, or no? Alas my friend, and my deare countrey man: Roderig? no, yes sure: O heauen Roderig. What of Vnice? Euen he sir, did you know him? Know him? I. Seignior Grati, I cry you gentle pardon: These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you. I am glad to see you. How doe you Cassio? O a chaire, a chaire. Roderigo. He, tis he: O that's well said, a chaire: Some good man beare him carefully from hence, I'le fetch the Generalls Surgeon: for you mistrisse, Saue you your labour, he that lies slaine here Cassio, Was my deare friend, what malice was betwixt you? None in the world, nor doe I know the man. What, looke you pale? O beare him out o'th aire. Stay you good Gentlewoman, looke you pale mistrisse? Doe you perceiue the ieastures of her eye, Nay, an you stirre, we shall haue more anon: Behold her well I pray you, looke vpon her, Doe you see Gentlemen? Nay guiltinesse Will speake, though tongues were out of vse.