Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Thou art sure of me: Go make Money: I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again, and again, I hate the Moor. My cause is hearted; thine hath no less reason. Let us be coniunctive in our revenge, against him. If thou canst Cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport. There are many Events in the Womb of Time, which willbe delivered. Traverse, go, provide thy Money. We will have more of this to morrow. Adieu. Where shall we meet i' th' morning? At my Lodging. I'll be with thee betimes. Go too, farewell. Do you hear Rodorigo? I'll sell all my Land. Thus do I ever make my Fool, my purse: For I mine own gained knowledge should profane If I would time expend with such Snpe, But for my Sport, and Profit: I hate the Moor, And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets She has done my Office. I know not if't be true, But I, for mere suspicion in that kind, Will do, as if for Surety. He holds me well, The better shall my purpose work on him: Cassio's a proper man: Let me see now, To get his Place, and to plume up my will In double Knavery. How? How? Let's see. After some time, to abuse Othello's ears, That he is too familiar with his wife: He hath a person, and a smooth dispose To be suspected: framed to make women false. The Moor is of a free, and open Nature, That thinks men honest, that but seem to be so, And will as tenderly be lead by ' th' Nose As Asses are: I have't: it is engendered: Hell, and Night, Must bring this monstrous Birth, to the world's light. What from the Cape, can you discern at Sea? Nothing at all, it is a high wrought Flood: I cannot 'twixt the Heaven, and the main, Descry a Sail. Me thinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at Land, A fuller blast ne'er shook our Battlements: If it hath ruffiand so upon the Sea, What ribs of Oak, when Mountains melt on them, Can hold the Morties. What shall we hear of this? A Segregation of the Turkish Fleet: For do but stand upon the Foaming Shore, The chidden Billow seems to pelt the Clouds, The winde-shak'dsurge, with high & monstrous Maine Seems to cast water on the burning Bear, And quench the Guards of th' euer-fixed Pole: I never did like molestation view On the enchafed Flood. If that the Turkish Fleet Be not ensheltered, and embayed, they are drowned, It is impossible to bear it out. News Lads: our wars are done: The desperate Tempest hath so banged the Turks, That their designment halts. A Noble ship of Venice, Hath seen a grievous wrack and sufferance On most part of their Fleet. How? Is this true? The Ship is here put in: A Verennessa, Michael Cassio Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello, Is come on Shore. the Moor himself at Sea, And is in full Commission here for Cyprus.
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Thou art ſure of me: Go make Money: I haue told thee often, and I re-tell thee againe, and againe, I hate the Moore. My cauſe is hearted; thine hath no leſſe reaſon. Let vs be coniunctiue in our reuenge, againſt him. If thou canſt Cuckold him, thou doſt thy ſelfe a pleaſure, me a ſport. There are many Euents in the Wombe of Time, which wilbe deliuered. Trauerſe, go, prouide thy Money. We will haue more of this to morrow. Adieu. Where ſhall we meete i' th' morning? At my Lodging. Ile be with thee betimes. Go too, farewell. Do you heare Rodorigo? Ile ſell all my Land. Thus do I euer make my Foole, my purſe: For I mine owne gain'd knowledge ſhould prophane If I would time expend with ſuch Snpe, But for my Sport, and Profit: I hate the Moore, And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my ſheets She ha's done my Office. I know not if't be true, But I, for meere ſuſpition in that kinde, Will do, as if for Surety. He holds me well, The better ſhall my purpoſe worke on him: Caſſio's a proper man: Let me ſee now, To get his Place, and to plume vp my will In double Knauery. How? How? Let's ſee. After ſome time, to abuſe Othello's eares, That he is too familiar with his wife: He hath a perſon, and a ſmooth diſpoſe To be ſuſpected: fram'd to make women falſe. The Moore is of a free, and open Nature, That thinkes men honeſt, that but ſeeme to be ſo, And will as tenderly be lead by' th' Noſe As Aſſes are: I haue't: it is engendred: Hell, and Night, Muſt bring this monſtrous Birth, to the worlds light. What from the Cape, can you diſcerne at Sea? Nothing at all, it is a high wrought Flood: I cannot 'twixt the Heauen, and the Maine, Deſcry a Saile. Me thinks, the wind hath ſpoke aloud at Land, A fuller blaſt ne're ſhooke our Battlements: If it hath ruffiand ſo vpon the Sea, What ribbes of Oake, when Mountaines melt on them, Can hold the Morties. What ſhall we heare of this? A Segregation of the Turkiſh Fleet: For do but ſtand vpon the Foaming Shore, The chidden Billow ſeemes to pelt the Clowds, The winde-ſhak'd-Surge, with high & monſtrous Maine Seemes to caſt water on the burning Beare, And quench the Guards of th' euer-fixed Pole: I neuer did like molleſtation view On the enchafed Flood. If that the Turkiſh Fleete Be not enſhelter'd, and embay'd, they are drown'd, It is impoſſible to beare it out. Newes Laddes: our warres are done: The deſperate Tempeſt hath ſo bang'd the Turkes, That their deſignement halts. A Noble ſhip of Venice, Hath ſeene a greeuous wracke and ſufferance On moſt part of their Fleet. How? Is this true? The Ship is heere put in: A Verenneſſa, Michael Caſſio Lieutenant to the warlike Moore, Othello, Is come on Shore▪ the Moore himſelfe at Sea, And is in full Commiſſion heere for Cyprus.