Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
What is the matter? Disprove this villa me, if thou be'st a man; He says thou toldst him that his wife was false, I know thou didst not, thou art not such a villain: Speak, for my heart is full. I told him what I thought, and told no more, Than what he found himself was apt and true. But did you ever tell him she was false? I did. You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie: She false with Cassio; did you say with Cassio? With Cassio mistrefle; go to, charm you tongue. I will not charm my tongue, I am bound to speak. What are you mad, I charge you get you home. Good Gentlemen let me have leave to speak, 'tis proper I obey him, but not now: Perchance Iago, I will ne'er go home. Oh, oh, oh. Nay, lay thee down, and roar, For thou hast killed the sweetest innocent, That ere did lift up eye. O she was foul: I scarce did know you Uncle, there lies your Niece, Whose breath indeed, these hands have newly stopped, I know this act shows terrible and grim. Poor Desdemona, I am glad thy father's dead, Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief, Shore his old thread at wane: did he live now, This sight would make him do a desperate turn, Yea curse his better Angel from his side, And fall to reprobation. 'tis pitiful, but yet Iago knows, That she with Cassio, hath the act of shame A thousand times committed; Cassio confessed it, And she did gratify his amorous works, With the recognizance and pledge of love, Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand, It was a handkerchief; an Antique token My father gave my mother. O God, O heavenly God. Zouns, hold your peace. 'Twill out, 'twill: I hold my peace sir, no, I'll be in speaking, liberal as the air, Let heaven, and men, and devils, let 'em all. All, all cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. Be wise, and get you home. I will not. Fie, your sword upon a woman? O thou dull Moor, that handkerchief thou speakst on, I found by fortune, and did give my husband: For often with a solemn earnestness, More than indeed belonged to such a trifle, He begged of me to steal it. Villainous whore. She gave it Cassio? no alas I found it, And I did giv't my husband. Filth thou liest. By heaven I do not, I do not Gentlemen, O murderous Coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a woman? Are there no stones in heaven, But what serves for the thunder? precious villain. The woman falls, sure he has killed his wife. I, I, O lay me by my mistress side.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What is the matter? Disproue this villa me, if thou bee'st a man; He sayes thou toldst him that his wife was false, I know thou didst not, thou art not such a villaine: Speake, for my heart is full. I told him what I thought, and told no more, Then what he found himselfe was apt and true. But did you euer tell him she was false? I did. You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Vpon my soule, a lie, a wicked lie: She false with Cassio; did you say with Cassio? With Cassio mistrefle; go to, charme you tongue. I will not charme my tongue, I am bound to speake. What are you mad, I charge you get you home. Good Gentlemen let me haue leaue to speake, Tis proper I obey him, but not now: Perchance Iago, I will ne're goe home. Oh, oh, oh. Nay, lay thee downe, and rore, For thou hast kild the sweetest innocent, That ere did lift vp eye. O she was foule: I scarce did know you Vncle, there lies your Niece, Whose breath indeed, these hands haue newly topt, I know this act shewes terrible and grim. Poore Desdemona, I am glad thy father's dead, Thy match was mortall to him, and pure griefe, Shore his old thread at wane: did he liue now, This sight would make him doe a desperate turne, Yea curse his better Angell from his side, And fall to reprobation. Tis pittifull, but yet Iago knowes, That she with Cassio, hath the act of shame A thousand times committed; Cassio confest it, And she did gratifie his amorous workes, With the recognisance and pledge of loue, Which I first gaue her; I saw it in his hand, It was a handkercher; an Antique token My father gaue my mother. O God, O heauenly God. Zouns, hold your peace. 'Twill out, 'twill: I hold my peace sir, no, I'le be in speaking, liberall as the ayre, Let heauen, and men, and diuells, let em all. All, all cry shame against me, yet I'le speake. Be wise, and get you home. I will not. Fie, your sword vpon a woman? O thou dull Moore, that handkercher thou speak on, I found by fortune, and did giue my husband: For often with a solemne earnestnesse, More then indeed belong'd to such a trifle, He beg'd of me to steale it. Villainous whore. She gaue it Cassio? no alas I found it, And I did giu't my husband. Filth thou liest. By heauen I doe not, I doe not Gentlemen, O murderous Coxcombe! what should such a foole Doe with so good a woman? Are there no stones in heauen, But what serues for the thunder? pretious villaine. The woman falls, sure he has kild his wife. I, I, O lay me by my mistresse side.