Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.77 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
To suckle Fools, and chronicle small Beer. Oh most lame and impotent conclusion. Do not learn of him Aemillia, though he be thy husband. How say you (Cassio) is he not a most profane, and liberal Counsellor? He speaks home (Madam) you may relish him more in the Soldier, then in the Scholar. He takes her by the palm: I, well said, whisper. With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great a Fly as Cassio. I smile upon her, do: I will give thee in thine own Courtship. You say true, 'tis so indeed. If such tricks as these strip you out of your Lieutenantrie, it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play the Sir, in. Very good: well kissed, and excellent Curtsy: 'tis so indeed. Yet again, your fingers to your lips? Would they were Cluster-pipes for your sake. The Moor I know his Trumpet. 'Tis truly so. Let's meet him, and receive him. Lo, where he comes. O, my fair Warrior. My dear Othello. It gives me wonder great, as my content To see you here before me. Oh my Souls joy: If after every Tempest, come such Calms, May the winds blow, till they have wakened death: And let the labouring Bark climb hills of Seas Olympus high: and duck again as low. As hell's from Heaven. If it were now to dye, 'Twere now to be most happy. For I fear, My Soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this, Succeeds in unknown Fate. The heaven's forbid But that our Loves And Comforts should increase Even as our days do grow. Amen to that (sweet Powers) I cannot speak enough of this content, It stops me here: it is too much of joy. And this, and this the greatest discords be That ere our hearts shall make. Oh you are well tuned now: But I'll set down the pegs that make this Music, as honest as I am. Come: let us to the Castle. News (Friends) our Wars are done: The Turks are drowned. How does my old Acquaintance of this Isle? (Honey) you shall be well desired in Cyprus, I have round great love amongst them. Oh my Sweet, I prattle out of fashion, and I do ate In mine own comforts. I prithee, good Iago, Go to the Bay, and disimbarke my Coffers: Bring thou the Master to the Citadel, He is a good one, and his worthiness Does challenge much respect. Come Desdemona, Once more well met at Cyprus. Do thou meet me presently at the Harbour. Come thither, if thou beest Valiant, (as they say base men being in Love, have then a Nobility in their Natures, more than is native to them) lift-me; the Lieutenant to night watches on the Court of Guard. First, I must tell thee this: Desdemona, is directly in love with him. With him? Why, 'tis not possible.
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To ſuckle Fooles, and chronicle ſmall Beere. Oh moſt lame and impotent concluſion. Do not learne of him Aemillia, though he be thy husband. How ſay you (Caſſio) is he not a moſt prophane, and liberall Counſailor? He ſpeakes home (Madam) you may relliſh him more in the Souldier, then in the Scholler. He takes her by the palme: I, well ſaid, whiſper. With as little a web as this, will I enſnare as great a Fly as Caſſio. I ſmile vpon her, do: I will giue thee in thine owne Courtſhip. You ſay true, 'tis ſo indeed. If ſuch tricks as theſe ſtrip you out of your Lieutenantrie, it had beene better you had not kiſs'd your three fingers ſo oft, which now againe you are moſt apt to play the Sir, in. Very good: well kiſs'd, and excellent Curtſie: 'tis ſo indeed. Yet againe, your fingers to your lippes? Would they were Cluſter-pipes for your ſake. The Moore I know his Trumpet. 'Tis truely ſo. Let's meete him, and recieue him. Loe, where he comes. O, my faire Warriour. My deere Othello. It giues me wonder great, as my content To ſee you heere before me. Oh my Soules Ioy: If after euery Tempeſt, come ſuch Calmes, May the windes blow, till they haue waken'd death: And let the labouring Barke climbe hills of Seas Olympus high: and duck againe as low. As hell's from Heauen. If it were now to dye, 'Twere now to be moſt happy. For I feare, My Soule hath her content ſo abſolute, That not another comfort like to this, Succeedes in vnknowne Fate. The Heauen's forbid But that our Loues And Comforts ſhould encreaſe Euen as our dayes do grow. Amen to rhat (ſweet Powers) I cannot ſpeake enough of this content, It ſtoppes me heere: it is too much of ioy. And this, and this the greateſt diſcords be That ere our hearts ſhall make. Oh you are well tun'd now: But Ile ſet downe the peggs that make this Muſicke, as honeſt as I am. Come: let vs to the Caſtle. Newes (Friends) our Warres are done: The Turkes are drown'd. How do's my old Acquaintance of this Iſle? (Hony) you ſhall be well deſir'd in Cyprus, I haue round great loue among'ſt them. Oh my Sweet, I prattle out of faſhion, and I do ate In mine owne comforts. I prythee, good Iago, Go to the Bay, and diſimbarke my Coffers: Bring thou the Maſter to the Cittadell, He is a good one, and his worthyneſſe Do's challenge much reſpect. Come Deſdemona, Once more well met at Cyprus. Do thou meet me preſently at the Harbour. Come thither, if thou be'ſt Valiant, (as they ſay baſe men being in Loue, haue then a Nobilitie in their Natures, more then is natiue to them) lift-me; the Lieutenant to night watches on the Court of Guard. Firſt, I muſt tell thee this: Deſdemona, is directly in loue with him. With him? Why, 'tis not poſſible.