Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
If partially Affined, or league in office, Thou dost deliver more, or less than Truth. Thou art no Soldier. Touch me not so near, I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio. Yet I persuade myself, to speak the truth Shall nothing wrong him. This it is General: Montano and myself being in speech, There comes a Fellow crying out for help, And Cassio following him with determined Sword To execute upon him. Sir, this Gentleman, Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause: Myself, the crying Fellow did pursue, Lest by his clamour (as it so fell out) The Town might fall in fright. He, (swift of foot) Outran my purpose: and I returned then rather For that I heard the clink, and fall of Swords, And Cassio high in oath: Which till to night I ne'er might say before. When I came back (For this was brief) I found them close together At blow, and thrust, even as again they were When you yourself did part them. More of this matter cannot I report. But Men are Men: The best sometimes forget, Though Cassio did some little wrong to him, As men in rage strike those that wish them best, Yet surely Cassio. I believe received From him that fled, some strange Indignity, Which patience could not pass. I know Iago Thy honesty, and love doth mince this matter, Making it light to Cassio: Cassio, I love thee, But never more be Officer of mine. Look if my gentle Love be not raised up: I'll make thee an example. What is the matter (Deer?) All's well, Sweeting: Come away to bed. Sir for your hurts, Myself will be your Surgeon. Led him off: Iago, look with care about the Town, And silence those whom this vild brawl distracted. Come Desdemona, 'tis the Soldier's life, To have their Balmy slumbers waked with strife. What are you hurt Lieutenant? I, past all Surgery. Marry Heaven forbid. Reputation, Reputation, Reputation: Oh I have lost my Reputation. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My Reputation, Iago, my Reputation. As I am an honest man I had thought you had received some bodily wound; there is more sense in that then in Reputation. Reputation is an idle, and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. You have lost no Reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. What man, there are more ways to recover the General again. You are but now cast in his mood, (a punishment more in policy, then in malice) even so as one would beat his offenceless dog, ro affright an Imperious lion. Sue to him again, and he's yours.
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If partially Affin'd, or league in office, Thou doſt deliuer more, or leſſe then Truth. Thou art no Souldier. Touch me not ſo neere, I had rather haue this tongue cut from my mouth, Then it ſhould do offence to Michaell Caſſio. Yet I perſwade my ſelfe, to ſpeake the truth Shall nothing wrong him. This it is Generall: Montano and my ſelfe being in ſpeech, There comes a Fellow crying out for helpe, And Caſſio following him with determin'd Sword To execute vpon him. Sir, this Gentleman, Steppes in to Caſſio, and entreats his pauſe: My ſelfe, the crying Fellow did purſue, Leaſt by his clamour (as it ſo fell out) The Towne might fall in fright. He, (ſwift of foote) Out-ran my purpoſe: and I return'd then rather For that I heard the clinke▪ and fall of Swords, And Caſſio high in oath: Which till to night I nere might ſay before. When I came backe (For this was briefe) I found them cloſe together At blow, and thruſt, euen as againe they were When you your ſelfe did part them. More of this matter cannot I report. But Men are Men: The beſt ſometimes forget, Though Caſſio did ſome little wrong to him, As men in rage ſtrike thoſe that wiſh them beſt, Yet ſurely Caſſio. I beleeue receiu'd From him that fled, ſome ſtrange Indignitie, Which patience could not paſſe. I know Iago Thy honeſtie, and loue doth mince this matter, Making it light to Caſſio: Caſſio, I loue thee, But neuer more be Officer of mine. Looke if my gentle Loue be not rais'd vp: Ile make thee an example. What is the matter (Deere?) All's well, Sweeting: Come away to bed. Sir for your hurts, My ſelfe will be your Surgeon. Lead him off: Iago, looke with care about the Towne, And ſilence thoſe whom this vil'd brawle diſtracted. Come Deſdemona, 'tis the Soldiers life, To haue their Balmy ſlumbers wak'd with ſtrife. What are you hurt Lieutenant? I, paſt all Surgery. Marry Heauen forbid. Reputation, Reputation, Reputation: Oh I haue loſt my Reputation. I haue loſt the immortall part of myſelfe, and what remaines is beſtiall. My Reputation, Iago, my Reputation. As I am an honeſt man I had thought you had receiued ſome bodily wound; there is more ſence in that then in Reputation. Reputation is an idle, and moſt falſe impoſition; oft got without merit, and loſt without deſeruing. You haue loſt no Reputation at all, vnleſſe you repute your ſelfe ſuch a looſer. What man, there are more wayes to recouer the Generall againe. You are but now caſt in his moode, (a puniſhment more in policie, then in malice) euen ſo as one would beate his offenceleſſe dogge, ro affright an Imperious Lyon. Sue to him againe, and he's yours.