Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Othello, the Moor of Venice · chunk 3 of 52

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 507 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.

Strike on the Tinder, hoa: Give me a Taper: call up all my people, This Accident is not unlike my dream, Belief of it oppresses me already. Light, I say, light. Farewell: for I must leave you. It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place To be producted, (as if I stay, I shall,) Against the Moor. For I do know the State, (How ever this may gall him with some check) Cannot with safety cast-him. For he's embarked With such loud reason to the Cyprus Wars, (Which even now stands in Act) that for their souls Another of his Fathom, they have none, To lead their Business. In which regard, Though I do hate him as I do hell apines, Yet, for necessity of present life, I must show out a Flag, and sign of Love, (Which is indeed but sign) that you shall surely find him Led to the Sagitary the raised Search: And there will I be with him. So farewell. It is too true an evil. Gone she is, And what's to come of my despised time, Is naught but bitterness. Now Rodorigo, Where didst thou see her? (Oh unhappy Girl) With the Moor sayst thou? (Who would be a Father?) How didst thou know 'twas she? (Oh she deceives me Past thought:) what said she to you? Get more Tapers: Raise all my Kindred. Are they married think you? Truly I thinke they are. Oh heaven: how got she out? Oh treason of the blood. Fathers, from hence trust not your Daughter's minds By what you see them act. Is there not Charms, By which the property of Youth, and Maidhood May be abused? Have you not read Rodorigo, Of some such thing? Yes Sir: I have indeed. Call up my Brother: oh would you had had her. Some one way, some another. Do you know Where we may apprehend her, and the Moor? I think I can discover him, if you please To get good Guard, and go along with me. Pray you lead on. At every house I'll call, (I may command at most) get Weapons (hoa) And raise some special Officers of might: On good Rodorigo, I will deserve your pains. Though in the trade of War I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' th' conscience To do no contrived Murder: I lack Iniquity Sometime to do me service. Nine, or ten times I had thought t'have yerked him here under the Ribs. 'Tis better as it is. Nay but he prated, And spoke such scurvy, and provoking terms Against your Honour, that with the little godliness I have I did full hard forbear him. But I pray you Sir, Are you fast married? Be assured of this, That the Magnifico is much beloved, And hath in his effect a voice potential As double as the Dukes: He will divorce you. Or put upon you, what restraint or grievance, The Law (with all his might, to enforce it on) Will give him Cable.
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PlayOthello, the Moor of Venice
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1604 [c.1603-1604]
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [1601-1604]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 839 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.34
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 144–207 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 52 in this edition
Length507 words · 676 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T50 — Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea and land at 0.682
Other seedsseed 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)
Strike on the Tinder, hoa: Giue me a Taper: call vp all my people, This Accident is not vnlike my dreame, Beleefe of it oppreſſes me alreadie. Light, I ſay, light. Farewell: for I muſt leaue you. It ſeemes not meete, nor wholeſome to my place To be producted, (as if I ſtay, I ſhall,) Againſt the Moore. For I do know the State, (How euer this may gall him with ſome checke) Cannot with ſafetie caſt-him. For he's embark'd With ſuch loud reaſon to the Cyprus Warres, (Which euen now ſtands in Act) that for their ſoules Another of his Fadome, they haue none, To lead their Buſineſſe. In which regard, Though I do hate him as I do hell apines, Yet, for neceſſitie of preſent life, I muſt ſhow out a Flag, and ſigne of Loue, (Which is indeed but ſigne) that you ſhal ſurely find him Lead to the Sagitary the raiſed Search: And there will I be with him. So farewell. It is too true an euill. Gone ſhe is, And what's to come of my deſpiſed time, Is naught but bitterneſſe. Now Rodorigo, Where didſt thou ſee her? (Oh vnhappie Girle) With the Moore ſaiſt thou? (Who would be a Father?) How didſt thou know 'twas ſhe? (Oh ſhe deceaues me Paſt thought:) what ſaid ſhe to you? Get moe Tapers▪ Raiſe all my Kindred. Are they married thinke you? Truely I think they are. Oh Hean: how got ſhe out? Oh treaſon of the blood. Fathers, from hence truſt not your Daughters minds By what you ſee them act. Is there not Charmes, By which the propertie of Youth, and Maidhood May be abus'd? Haue you not read Rodorigo, Of ſome ſuch thing? Yes Sir: I haue indeed. Call vp my Brother: oh would you had had her. Some one way, ſome another. Doe you know Where we may apprehend her, and the Moore? I thinke I can diſcouer him, if you pleaſe To get good Guard, and go along with me. Pray you lead on. At euery houſe Ile call, (I may command at moſt) get Weapons (hoa) And raiſe ſome ſpeciall Officers of might: On good Rodorigo, I will deſerue your paines. Though in the trade of Warre I haue ſlaine men, Yet do I hold it very ſtuffe o' th' conſcience To do no contriu'd Murder: I lacke Iniquitie Sometime to do me ſeruice. Nine, or ten times I had thought t'haue yerk'd him here vnder the Ribbes. 'Tis better as it is. Nay but he prated, And ſpoke ſuch ſcuruy, and prouoking termes Againſt your Honor, that with the little godlineſſe I haue I did full hard forbeare him. But I pray you Sir, Are you faſt married? Be aſſur'd of this, That the Magnifico is much belou'd, And hath in his effect a voice potentiall As double as the Dukes: He will diuorce you. Or put vpon you, what reſtraint or greeuance, The Law (with all his might, to enforce it on) Will giue him Cable.