Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
here is her Father's house, I'll call aloud. Do, with like timorous accent, and dire yell, As when (by Night and Negligence) the Fire Is spied in populus Cities. What hoa: Brabantio, Siginor Brabantio, hoa. Awake: what hoa, Brabantio: thieves, thieves. Look to your house, your daughter, and your Bags, thieves, thieves. Above. What is the reason of this terrible Summons? What is the matter there? Signior is all your Family within? Are your Doors locked? Why? Wherefore ask you this? Sir, ye are robbed, for shame put on your Gown, Your heart is burst, you have lost halfe your soul Even now, now, very now, an old black Ram Is tupping your white Ewe. Arise, arise, Awake the snorting Citizens with the Bell, Or else the devil will make a Grandsire of you. Arise I say. What, have you lost your wits? Most reverend Signior, do you know my voice? Not I: what are you? My name is Rodorigo. The worsser welcome: I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors: In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, My Daughter is not for thee. And now in madness (Being full of Supper, and distempring draughts) Upon malicious knavery, dost thou come To start my quiet. Sir, Sir, Sir. But thou must needs be sure, My spirits and my place have in their power To make this bitter to thee. Patience good Sir. What tell'st thou me of Robbing? This is Venice: my house is not a Grange. Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul, I come to you. Sir: you are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, and you think we are Russians, you'll have your Daughter covered with a Barbary horse, you'll have your nephews neigh to you, you'll have Coursers for Cousins: and Gennets for Germans. What profane wretch art thou? I am one Sir, that comes to tell you, your Daughter and the Moor, are making the Beast with two backs. Thou art a Villain. You are a Senator. This thou shalt answer. I know thee Rodorigo. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech you If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent, (As partly I find it is) that your fair Daughter, At this odd Even and dull watch o' th' night Transported with no worse nor better guard, But with a knave of common hire, a Gundelier, To the gross clasps of a Lascivious Moor: If this be known to you, and your Allowance, We then have done you bold, and saucy wrongs. But if you know not this, my Manners tell me, We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe That from the sense of all Civility, I thus would play and trifle with your Reverence. Your Daughter (if you have not given her leave) I say again, hath made a gross revolt, Tying her Duty, Beauty, Wit, and Fortunes In an extravagant, and wheeling Stranger, Of here, and every where: strait satisfy yourself. If she be in her Chamber, or your house, Let lose on me the justice of the State For thus deluding you.
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Heere is her Fathers houſe, Ile call aloud. Doe, with like timerous accent, and dire yell, As when (by Night and Negligence) the Fire Is ſpied in populus Citties. What hoa: Brabantio, Siginor Brabantio, hoa. Awake: what hoa, Brabantio: Theeues, Theeues. Looke to your houſe, your daughter, and your Bags, Theeues, Theeues. Aboue. What is the reaſon of this terrible Summon? What is the matter there? Signior is all your Familie within? Are your Doores lock'd? Why? Wherefore ask you this? Sir, y' are rob'd, for ſhame put on your Gowne, Your heart is burſt, you haue loſt halfe your ſoule Euen now, now, very now, an old blacke Ram Is tupping your white Ewe. Ariſe, ariſe, Awake the ſnorting Cittizens with the Bell, Or elſe the deuill will make a Grand-ſire of you. Ariſe I ſay. What, haue you loſt your wits? Moſt reuerend Signior, do you know my voice? Not I: what are you? My name is Rodorigo. The worſſer welcome: I haue charg'd thee not to haunt about my doores: In honeſt plaineneſſe thou haſt heard me ſay, My Daughter is not for thee. And now in madneſſe (Being full of Supper, and diſtempring draughtes) Vpon malitious knauerie, doſt thou come To ſtart my quiet. Sir, Sir, Sir. But thou muſt needs be ſure, My ſpirits and my place haue in their power To make this bitter to thee. Patience good Sir. What tell'ſt thou me of Robbing? This is Venice: my houſe is not a Grange. Moſt graue Brabantio, In ſimple and pure ſoule, I come to you. Sir: you are one of thoſe that will not ſerue God, if the deuill bid you. Becauſe we come to do you ſeruice, and you thinke we are Ruſſians, you'le haue your Daughter couer'd with a Barbary horſe, you'le haue your Nephewes neigh to you, you'le haue Courſers for Cozens: and Gennets for Germaines. What prophane wretch art thou? I am one Sir, that comes to tell you, your Daughter and the Moore, are making the Beaſt with two backs. Thou art a Villaine. You are a Senator. This thou ſhalt anſwere. I know thee Rodorigo. Sir, I will anſwere any thing. But I beſeech you If't be your pleaſure, and moſt wiſe conſent, (As partly I find it is) that your faire Daughter, At this odde Euen and dull watch o' th' night Tranſported with no worſe nor better guard, But with a knaue of common hire, a Gundelier, To the groſſe claſpes of a Laſciuious Moore: If this be knowne to you, and your Allowance, We then haue done you bold, and ſaucie wrongs. But if you know not this, my Manners tell me, We haue your wrong rebuke. Do not beleeue That from the ſence of all Ciuilitie, I thus would play and trifle with your Reuerence. Your Daughter (if you haue not giuen her leaue) I ſay againe, hath made a groſſe reuolt, Tying her Dutie, Beautie, Wit, and Fortunes In an extrauagant, and wheeling Stranger, Of here, and euery where: ſtraight ſatisfie your ſelfe. If ſhe be in her Chamber, or your houſe, Let looſe on me the Iuſtice of the State For thus deluding you.