Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.85 · 529 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Let him do his spite; My Services, which I have done the Signory Shall out-tongue his Complaints. 'Tis yet to know, Which when I know, that boasting is an Honour, I shall promulgate. I fetch my life and being, From Men of Royal Siege. And my demerits May speak (vnbonnetted) to as proud a Fortune As this that I have reached. For know Iago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhoused free condition Put into Circumscription, and Confine, For the Seas worth. But look, what Lights come yond? Those are the raised Father, and his Friends: You were best go in. Not I: I must be found. My Parts, my Title, and my perfect Soul Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they? By Ianus, I think no. The Servants of the Dukes? And my Lieutenant? The goodness of the Night upon you (Friends) What is the News? The Duke does greet you (General) And he requires your haste, Post-haste appearance, Enen on the instant. What is the matter, think you? Something from Cyprus, as I may divine: It is a business of some heat. The Galleys Have sent a dozen sequent Messengers This very night, at one another's heels: And many of the Consuls, raised and met, Are at the Dukes already. You have been hotly called for, When being not at your Lodging to be found, The Senate hath sent about three several Quests, To search you out. 'Tis well I am found by you: I will but spend a word here in the house, And go with you. Aunciant, what makes he here? Faith, he to night hath boarded a Land Carack, If it prove lawful prize, he ' made for ever. I do not understand. He's married. To who? Marry to— Come Captain, will you go? Have with you. Here comes another Troop to seek for you. It is Brabantio: General be advised, He comes to bad intent. Holla, stand there. Signior, it is the Moor. down with him, Thief. You, Rodorigoc? Come Sir, I am for you. Keep up your bright Swords, for the dew will rust them. Good Signior, you shall more command with years, then with your Weapons. Oh thou foul Thief, Where hast thou stowed my Daughter? Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her For I'll refer me to all things of sense, (If she in Chains of Magic were not bound) Whether a Maid, so tender, Fair, and Happy, So opposite to Marriage, that she shunned The wealthy curled Darling of our Nation, Would ever have (t'encurre a general mock) Run from her Guard age to the sooty bosom, Of such a thing as thou: to fear, not to delight? judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense, That thou hast practised on her with foul Charms, Abused her delicate Youth, with Drugs or Minerals, That weakens Motion. I'll have't disputed on, 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking; I therefore apprehend and do attach thee, For an abuser of the World, a practiser Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant; Lay hold upon him, if he do resist Subdue him, at his peril.
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Let him do his ſpight; My Seruices, which I haue done the Signorie Shall out-tongue his Complaints. 'Tis yet to know, Which when I know, that boaſting is an Honour, I ſhall promulgate. I fetch my life and being, From Men of Royall Seige. And my demerites May ſpeake (vnbonnetted) to as proud a Fortune As this that I haue reach'd. For know Iago, But that I loue the gentle Deſdemona, I would not my vnhouſed free condition Put into Circumſcription, and Confine, For the Seas worth. But looke, what Lights come yond? Thoſe are the raiſed Father, and his Friends: You were beſt go in. Not I: I muſt be found. My Parts, my Title, and my perfect Soule Shall manifeſt me rightly. Is it they? By Ianus, I thinke no. The Seruants of the Dukes? And my Lieutenant? The goodneſſe of the Night vpon you (Friends) What is the Newes? The Duke do's greet you (Generall) And he requires your haſte, Poſt-haſte appearance, Enen on the inſtant. What is the matter, thinke you? Something from Cyprus, as I may diuine: It is a buſineſſe of ſome heate. The Gallies Haue ſent a dozen ſequent Meſſengers This very night, at one anothers heeles: And many of the Conſuls, rais'd and met, Are at the Dukes already. You haue bin hotly call'd for, When being not at your Lodging to be found, The Senate hath ſent about three ſeuerall Queſts, To ſearch you out. 'Tis well I am found by you: I will but ſpend a word here in the houſe, And goe with you. Aunciant, what makes he heere? Faith, he to night hath boarded a Land Carract, If it proue lawfull prize, he' made for euer. I do not vnderſtand. He's married. To who? Marry to — Come Captaine, will you go? Haue with you. Here comes another Troope to ſeeke for you. It is Brabantio: Generall be aduis'd, He comes to bad intent. Holla, ſtand there. Signior, it is the Moore. Downe with him, Theefe. You, Rodorigoc? Cme Sir, I am for you. Keepe vp your bright Swords, for the dew will ruſt them. Good Signior, you ſhall more command with yeares, then with your Weapons. Oh thou foule Theefe, Where haſt thou ſtow'd my Daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou haſt enchaunted her For Ile referre me to all things of ſenſe, (If ſhe in Chaines of Magick were not bound) Whether a Maid, ſo tender, Faire, and Happie, So oppoſite to Marriage, that ſhe ſhun'd The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation, Would euer haue (t'encurre a generall mocke) Run from her Guard age to the ſootie boſome, Of ſuch a thing as thou: to feare, not to delight? Iudge me the world, if 'tis not groſſe in ſenſe, That thou haſt practis'd on her with foule Charmes, Abus'd her delicate Youth, with Drugs or Minerals, That weakens Motion. Ile haue't diſputed on, 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking; I therefore apprehend and do attach thee, For an abuſer of the World, a practiſer Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant; Lay hold vpon him, if he do reſiſt Subdue him, at his perill.