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 · 511 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.
Sir, you shall understand what hath befalue, Which, as I think you know not: here is a letter, Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo; And here another; the one of them imports The death of Cassio; to be undertook— by Roderigo. O villain. Most heathenish, and most gross. Now here's another discontented paper, Found in his pocket too, and this it seems, Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain, But that belike, Iago, in the nick Came in, and satisfied him. O the pernicious catieffe! How came you Cassio by a handkerchief, That was my wives? I found it in my chamber, And he himself confessed it even now, That there he dropped it, for a special purpose; Which wrought to his desire. O fool, fool, fool. There is beside in Roderigo's letter How he upbraids Iago, that he made him, brave me upon the watch, whereon it came, That I was cast; and even but now he spoke, After long seeming dead, Iago, hurt him, Iago set him on. You must forsake this room, and go with us, Your power and your command is taken off, And Cassio rules in Cypress: for this slave, If there be any cunning cruelty, That can torment him much, and hold him long, It shall be his: you shall close prisoner rest, Till that the nature of your fault be known To the Venetian State; come, bring him away. Soft you, a word or two, I have done the State some service, and they know't; No more of that: I pray you in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of them as they are; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice, then must you speak, Of one that loved not wisely, but too well: Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away. Richer than all his Tribe: of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drops tears as fast as the Arabian trees, Their medicinal gum; set you down this, And say beside, that in Aleppo once, Where a Malignant and a Turban Turk, Beat a Venetian, and traduced the State; I took byth' throat the circumcised dog, And smote him thus. O bloody period. All that's spoke is marred. I kissed thee ere I killed thee, no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon, For he was great of heart. O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the Sea, Look on the tragic lodging of this bed: This is thy work, the object poisons sight, Let it be hid: Gratiano, keep the house, And cease upon the fortunes of the Moor: For they succeed to you, to you Lord Governor, Remains the censure of this hellish villain, The time, the place, the torture: O enforce it, Myself will strait aboard, and to the State, This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
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)
Sir, you shall vnderstand what hath befalue, Which, as I thinke you know not: here is a letter, Found in the pocket of the slaine Roderigo; And here another; the one of them imports The death of Cassio; to be vndertooke—by Roderigo. O villaine. Most hathenish, and most grosse. Now heres another discontented paper, Found in his pocket too, and this it seemes, Roderigo meant to haue sent this damned villaine, But that belike, Iago, in the nicke Came in, and satisfied him. O the pernitious catieffe! How came you Cassio by a handkercher, That was my wifes? I found it in my chamber, And he himselfe confest it euen now, That there he dropt it, for a speciall purpose; Which wrought to his desire. O foole, foole, foole. There is besides in Roderigoes letter How he vpbraides Iago, that he made him, Bue me vpon the watch, whereon it came, That I was cast; and euen but now he spake, After long seming dead, Iago, hurt him, Iago set him on. You must forsake this roome, and goe with vs, Your power and your command is taken off, And Cassio rules in Cypres: for this slaue, If there be any cunning cruelty, That can torment him much, and hold him long, It shall be his: you shall close prisoner rest, Till that the nature of your fault be knowne To the Venetian State; come, bring him away. Soft you, a word or two, I haue done the State some seruice, and they know't; No more of that: I pray you in your letters, When you shall these vnlucky deedes relate, Speake of them as they are; nothing extenuate, Nor set downe ought in malice, then must you speake, Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well: Of one not easily iealous, but being wrought, Perplext in the extreame; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearle away. Richer then all his Tribe: of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit vnused to the melting moode, Drops teares as fast as the Arabian trees, Their medicinall gum; set you downe this, And say besides, that in Alppo once, Where a Malignant and a Turband Turke, Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State; I tooke b'ch throate the circumcised dog, And smote him thus. O bloody period. All that's spoke is mard. I kist thee ere I kild thee, no way but this, Killing my selfe, to die vpon a kisse. This did I feare, but thought he had no weapon, For he was great of heart. O Spartane dog, More fell then anguish, hunger, or the Sea, Looke on the tragcke lodging of this bed: This is thy worke, the obiect poisons sight, Let it be hid: Gratiano, keepe the house, And ceaze vpon the fortunes of the Moore: For they succeed to you, to you Lord Gouernour, Remaines the censure of this hellish villaine, The time, the place, the torture: O inforce it, My selfe will straite aboord, and to the State, This heauy act with heauy heart relate.