Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Get me some poison, Iago, this night. I'll not expostulate with her: lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again: this night Iago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, Even the bed she hath contaminated. Good, good: The justice of it pleases: very good. And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: You shall hear more by midnight. Excellent good: What Trumpet is that same? I warrant something from Venice, 'Tis Lodovico, this, comes from the Duke. See, your wife's with him. Save you worthy General. With all my heart Sir. The Duke, and the Senators of Venice greet you. I kiss the Instrument of their pleasures. And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico? I am very glad to see you Signior: Welcome to Cyprus. I thank you: how does Lieutenant Cassio? Lives Sir, Cousin, there's fall'n between him, & my Lord, An unkind breach: but you shall make all well. Are you sure of that? My Lord? This fail you not to do, as you will— He did not call: he's busy in the paper, Is there division 'twixt my Lord, and Cassio? A most unhappy one: I would do much T' atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio. Fire, and brimstone. My Lord. Are you wise? What is he angry? May be th' Letter moved him. For as I think, they do command him home, Deputing Cassio in his Government. Trust me, I am glad on't. Indeed? My Lord? I am glad to see you mad. Why, sweet Othello? Devil. I have not deserved this. My Lord, this would not be believed in Venice, Though I should swear I saw't. 'Tis very much, Make her amends: she weeps. Oh devil, devil: If that the Earth could teem with woman's tears, Each drop she falls, would prove a Crocodile: Out of my sight. I will not stay to offend you. Truly obedient Lady: I do beseech your Lordship call her back. Mistress. My Lord. What would you with her, Sir? Who I, my Lord? I, you did wish, that I would make her turn: Sir, she can turn, and turn: and yet go on And turn again. And she can weep, Sir, weep. And she's obedient: as you say obedient. Very obedient: proceed you in your tears. Concerning this Sir, (oh well-painted passion) I am commanded home: get you away: I'll send for you anon. Sir I obey the Mandate, And will return to Venice. Hence, avaunt: Cassio shall have my Place. And Sir, to night I do entreat, that we may sup together. You are welcome Sir to Cyprus. Goats, and Monkeys. Is this the Noble Moor, whom our full Senate Call all in all sufficient? Is this the Nature Whom Passion could not shake? Whose solid virtue The shot of Accident, nor dart of Chance Can neither graze, nor pierce? He is much changed.
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Get me ſome poyſon, Iago, this night. Ile not expoſtulate with her: leaſt her body and beautie vnprouide my mind againe: this night Iago. Do it not with poyſon, ſtrangle her in her bed, Euen the bed ſhe hath contaminated. Good, good: The Iuſtice of it pleaſes: very good. And for Caſſio, let me be his vndertaker: You ſhall heare more by midnight. Excellent good: What Trumpet is that ſame? I warrant ſomething from Venice, 'Tis Lodouico, this, comes from the Duke. See, your wife's with him. Saue you worthy Generall. With all my heart Sir. The Duke, and the Senators of Venice greet you. I kiſſe the Inſtrument of their pleaſures. And what's the newes, good cozen Lodouico? I am very glad to ſee you Signior: Welcome to Cyprus. I thanke you: how do's Lieutenant Caſſio? Liues Sir, Cozen, there's falne betweene him, & my Lord, An vnkind breach: but you ſhall make all well. Are you ſure of that? My Lord? This faile you not to do, as you will — He did not call: he's buſie in the paper, Is there deuiſion 'twixt my Lord, and Caſſio? A moſt vnhappy one: I would do much T' attone them, for the loue I beare to Caſſio. Fire, and brimeſtone. My Lord. Are you wiſe? What is he angrie? May be th Letter mou'd him. For as I thinke, they do command him home, Deputing Caſsio in his Gouernment. Truſt me, I am glad on't. Indeed? My Lord? I am glad to ſee you mad. Why, ſweete Othello? Diuell. I haue not deſeru'd this. My Lord, this would not be beleeu'd in Venice, Though I ſhould ſweare I ſaw't. 'Tis very much, Make her amends: ſhe weepes. Oh diuell, diuell: If that the Earth could teeme with womans teares, Each drop ſhe falls, would proue a Crocodile: Out of my ſight. I will not ſtay to offend you. Truely obedient Lady: I do beſeech your Lordſhip call her backe. Miſtris. My Lord. What would you with her, Sir? Who I, my Lord? I, you did wiſh, that I would make her turne: Sir, ſhe can turne, and turne: and yet go on And turne againe. And ſhe can weepe, Sir, weepe. And ſhe's obedient: as you ſay obedient. Very obedient: proceed you in your teares. Concerning this Sir, (oh well-painted paſſion) I am commanded home: get you away: Ile ſend for you anon. Sir I obey the Mandate, And will returne to Venice. Hence, auaunt: Caſſio ſhall haue my Place. And Sir, to night I do entreat, that we may ſup together. You are welcome Sir to Cyprus. Goates, and Monkeys. Is this the Noble Moore, whom our full Senate Call all in all ſufficient? Is this the Nature Whom Paſſion could not ſhake? Whoſe ſolid vertue The ſhot of Accident, nor dart of Chance Could neither graze, nor pierce? He is much chang'd.