Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Oh sweet England. King Stephen was and worthy Peer, His Breeches cost him but a Crown, He held them Six pence all to dear, With that he called the Tailor Lowne: He was a wight of high Renown, And thou art but of low degree: 'Tis Pride that pulls the Country down, And take thy awled Cloak about thee. Some Wine hoa. Why this is a more exquisite Song then the other. Will you hear't again? No: for I hold him to be unworthy of his Place, that does those things. Well: heavens above all: and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved. It's true, good Lieutenant. For mine own part, no offence to the General, nor any man of quality: I hope to be saved. And so do I too Lieutenant. I: (but by your leave) not before me. The Lieutenant is to be saved before the Ancient. Let's have no more of this: let's to our Affairs. Forgive us our sins: Gentlemen let's look to our business. Do not think Gentlemen, I am drunk: this is my Ancient, this is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not drunk now: I can stand well enough, and I speak well enough. Excellent well. Why very well then: you must not think then, that I am drunk. To th' Platform (Masters) come, let's set the Watch. You see this Fellow, that is gone before, He's a Soldier, fit to stand by Caesar, And give direction. And do but see his vice, 'Tis to his virtue, a just Equinox, The one as long as th' other. 'Tis pity of him: I fear the trust Othello puts him in, On some odd time of his infirmity Will shake this Island. But is he often thus? 'Tis evermore his prologue to his sleep, He'll watch the Horologe a double Set, If Drink rock not his Cradle. It were well The General were put in mind of it: Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio, And looks not on his evils: is not this true? How now Rodorigo? I pray you after the Lieutenant, go. And 'tis great pity, that the Noble Moor Should hazard such a Place, as his own Second With one of an engraft Infirmity, It were an honest Action, to say so To the Moor. Not I, for this fair Island, I do love Cassio well: and would do much To cure him of this evil, But hark, what noise? You Rogue: you Rascal. What's the matter Lieutenant? A Knave teach me my duty? I'll beat the Knave into a Twiggen-Bottle. Beat me? Dost thou prate, Rogue? Nay, good Lieutenant: I pray you Sir, hold your hand. Let me go (Sir) Or I'll knock you o'er the Mazzard. Come, come: you're drunk. Drunk?
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Oh ſweet England. King Stephen was and-a worthy Peere, His Breeches coſt him but a Crowne, He held them Six pence all to deere, With that he cal'd the Tailor Lowne: He was a wight of high Renowne, And thou art but of low degree: 'Tis Pride that pulls the Country downe, And take thy awl'd Cloake about thee. Some Wine hoa. Why this is a more exquiſite Song then the other. Will you heare't againe? No: for I hold him to be vnworthy of his Place, that do's thoſe things. Well: heau'ns aboue all: and there be ſoules muſt be ſaued, and there be ſoules muſt not be ſaued. It's true, good Lieutenant. For mine owne part, no offence to the Generall, nor any man of qualitie: I hope to be ſaued. And ſo do I too Lieutenant. I: (but by your leaue) not before me. The Lieutenant is to be ſaued before the Ancient. Let's haue no more of this: let's to our Affaires. Forgiue vs our ſinnes: Gentlemen let's looke to our buſineſſe. Do not thinke Gentlemen, I am drunke: this is my Ancient, this is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not drunke now: I can ſtand well enough, and I ſpeake well enough. Excellent well. Why very well then: you muſt not thinke then, that I am drunke. To th' Platforme (Maſters) come, let's ſet the Watch. You ſee this Fellow, that is gone before, He's a Souldier, fit to ſtand by Caeſar, And giue direction. And do but ſee his vice, 'Tis to his vertue, a iuſt Equinox, The one as long as th' other. 'Tis pittie of him: I feare the truſt Othello puts him in, On ſome odde time of his infirmitie Will ſhake this Iſland. But is he often thus? 'Tis euermore his prologue to his ſleepe, He'le watch the Horologe a double Set, If Drinke rocke not his Cradle. It were well The Generall were put in mind of it: Perhaps he ſees it not, or his good nature Prizes the vertue that appeares in Caſſio, And lookes not on his euills: is not this true? How now Rodorigo? I pray you after the Lieutenant, go. And 'tis great pitty, that the Noble Moore Should hazard ſuch a Place, as his owne Second With one of an ingraft Infirmitie, It were an honeſt Action, to ſay ſo To the Moore. Not I, for this faire Iſland, I do loue Caſſio well: and would do much To cure him of this euill, But hearke, what noiſe? You Rogue: you Raſcall. What's the matter Lieutenant? A Knaue teach me my dutie? Ile beate the Knaue into a Twiggen-Bottle. Beate me? Doſt thou prate, Rogue? Nay, good Lieutenant: I pray you Sir, hold your hand. Let me go (Sir) Or Ile knocke you o're the Mazard. Come, come: you're drunke. Drunke?