in Othello, the Moor of Venice — Shakespeare, William
Metadata
Play
Othello, the Moor of Venice
Author
Shakespeare, William
Year (catalogued)
1604
Decade
1600s
Speech prefix(es)
Gra.
Words
165
Characters
848
Typicality
0.47 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A11954.34
Cluster
Cluster 22 — Ghosts, curses & horror voices
Important excerpts
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Full speech
It's some mischance, the voice is very direful. Here's one comes in his shirt, with Light, and Weapons. This is Othello is Ancient, as I take it. Cassio ? I am sorry to find you thus; I have been to seek you. What, of Venice? Know him? I. I am glad to see you. Rodorigo ? What is the matter? It's a strange Truth. Poor Desdemon: I am glad thy Father's dead, Thy Match was mortal to him: and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain. Did he live now, This sighed would make him do a desperate turn: Yea, curse his better Angel from his side, And fallen to Reprobance. Fie, your Sword upon a Woman. The woman falls: Sure he hath killed his Wife. He's gone, but his wife's killed. If thou attempt it, it will cost thee deer; Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. What is the matter? Torments will open your lips. All that is spoke, is marred.