Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
But Othello, speak, Did you, by indirect, and forced courses Subdue, and poison this young maid's affections? Or came it by request, and such fair question As soul, to soul affordeth? I do beseech you, Send for the Lady to the Sagitary. And let her speak of me before her Father; If you do find me foul, in her report, The Trust, the Office, I do hold of you, Not only take away, but let your Sentence Even fall upon my life. Fetch Desdemona hither. Aunciant, conduct them: You best know the place. And tell she come, as truly as to heaven, I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your Grave ears, I'll present How I did thrive in this fair Lady's love, And she in mine. Say it Othello. Her Father loved me, oft invited me: Still questioned me the Story of my life, From year to year: the Battle, Sieges, Fortune, That I have passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To th' very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances: Of moving Accidents by Flood and Field, Of haire-breadth escapes i' th' imminent deadly breach; Of being taken by the Insolent Foe, And sold to slavery. Of my redemption thence, And portance in my Travellours history. Wherein of Antars vast, and Deserts idle, Rough Quarries, Rocks, Hills, whose head touch heaven, It was my hint to speak. Such was my Process, And of the Cannibals that each others eat, The Antropophague, and men whose heads Grew beneath their shoulders. These things to hear, Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house Affaires would draw her hence: Which ever as she could with haste dispatch, She'led come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse. Which I observing, took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my Pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not instinctively: I did consent, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffered: My Story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of kisses: She swore in faith 'twas strange: 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful: 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That Heaven had made her such a man. She thanked me, And bade me, if I had a Friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my Story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spoke, She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her, that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used. Here comes the Lady: Let her witness it. I think this tale would win my Daughter too, Good Brabantio, take up this mangled matter at the best: Men do their broken Weapons rather use, Then their bare hands.
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But Othello, ſpeake, Did you, by indirect, and forced courſes Subdue, and poyſon this yong Maides affections? Or came it by requeſt, and ſuch faire queſtion As ſoule, to ſoule affordeth? I do beſeech you, Send for the Lady to the Sagitary. And let her ſpeake of me before her Father; If you do finde me foule, in her report, The Truſt, the Office, I do hold of you, Not onely take away, but let your Sentence Euen fall vpon my life. Fetch Deſdemona hither. Aunciant, conduct them: You beſt know the place. And tell ſhe come, as truely as to heauen, I do confeſſe the vices of my blood, So iuſtly to your Graue eares, Ile preſent How I did thriue in this faire Ladies loue, And ſhe in mine. Say it Othello. Her Father lou'd me, oft inuited me: Still queſtion'd me the Storie of my life, From yeare to yeare: the Battaile, Sieges, Fortune, That I haue paſt. I ran it through, euen from my boyiſh daies, To th' very moment that he bad me tell it. Wherein I ſpoke of moſt diſaſtrous chances: Of mouing Accidents by Flood and Field, Of haire-breadth ſcapes i' th' imminent deadly breach; Of being taken by the Inſolent Foe, And ſold to ſlauery. Of my redemption thence, And portance in my Trauellours hiſtorie. Wherein of Antars vaſt, and Deſarts idle, Rough Quarries, Rocks, Hills, whoſe head touch heauen, It was my hint to ſpeake. Such was my Proceſſe, And of the Canibals that each others eate, The Antropophague, and men whoſe heads Grew beneath their ſhoulders. Theſe things to heare, Would Deſdemona ſeriouſly incline: But ſtill the houſe Affaires would draw her hence: Which euer as ſhe could with haſte diſpatch, She'l'd come againe, and with a greedie eare Deuoure vp my diſcourſe. Which I obſeruing, Tooke once a pliant houre, and found good meanes To draw from her a prayer of earneſt heart, That I would all my Pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels ſhe had ſomething heard, But not inſtinctiuely: I did conſent, And often did beguile her of her teares, When I did ſpeake of ſome diſtreſſefull ſtroke That my youth ſuffer'd: My Storie being done, She gaue me for my paines a world of kiſſes: She ſwore in faith 'twas ſtrange: 'twas paſſing ſtrange, 'Twas pittifull: 'twas wondrous pittifull. She wiſh'd ſhe had not heard it, yet ſhe wiſh'd That Heauen had made her ſuch a man. She thank'd me, And bad me, if I had a Friend that lou'd her, I ſhould but teach him how to tell my Story, And that would wooe her. Vpon this hint I ſpake, She lou'd me for the dangers I had paſt, And I lou'd her, that ſhe did pitty them. This onely is the witch-craft I haue vs'd. Here comes the Ladie: Let her witneſſe it. I thinke this tale would win my Daughter too, Good Brabantio, take vp this mangled matter at the beſt: Men do their broken Weapons rather vſe, Then their bare hands.