Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

MONTANO

in Othello, the Moor of Venice — Shakespeare, William

Metadata

PlayOthello, the Moor of Venice
AuthorShakespeare, William
Year (catalogued)1604
Decade1600s
Speech prefix(es)Mon. | Monta. | Mont.
Words414
Characters2165
Typicality0.31 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA11954.34
ClusterCluster 21 — Old fathers & plain counsel

Important excerpts

Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 21 (gar, shillings, alii, yongrave, ogenes, nat…). Matches are highlighted.

Seaside (hoa) As well to see the Vessel that's come in, As to throwout our eyes for brave Othello, Even till we make the Main, and the Eriall blue, And indistinct regard. Is he well shipped? But good Lieutenant, is your General wived? What is she? Good-faith a little one: not passed a pint, as I am a Soldier. I am for it Lieutenant:
To the Platform (Master's) come, let's set the Watch. But is he often thus? 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? Oh monstrous Act.

Full speech

What from the Cape, can you discern at Sea? Me thinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at Land, A fuller blast never shook our Battlements: If it hath ruffiand so upon the Sea, What ribs of Oak, when Mountains melt on them, Can hold the Morties. What shall we hear of this? If that the Turkish Fleet Be not enshelter'd, and embayed, they are drowned, It is impossible to bear it out. How? Is this true? I am glad on't: It's a worthy Governor. Pray Heavens he be: For I have served him, and the man commands Like a full Soldier. Let's to the Seaside (hoa) As well to see the Vessel that's come in, As to throwout our eyes for brave Othello, Even till we make the Main, and the Eriall blue, And indistinct regard. Is he well shipped? But good Lieutenant, is your General wived? What is she? Good-faith a little one: not passed a pint, as I am a Soldier. I am for it Lieutenant: and I'll do you Justice. And it's great pity, that the Noble More Should hazard such a Place, as his own Second With one of and ingraft Infirmity, It were and honest Actium, to say so To the More. What's the matter Lieutenant? Nay, good Lieutenant: I pray you Sir, hold your hand. Come, come: you're drunk. I bleed still, I am hurt to the death. He die. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger, Your Officer Iago, can inform you, While I spare speech which something now offends me. Of all that I do know, nor know I ought By me, that's said, or done amiss this night, Unless self-charity be sometime a vice, And to defend our selves, it be a sin When violence assails us. If partially Affined, or league in office, Thou dost deliver more, or less then Truth. Thou art no Soldier. What is the matter? How now General? It's a notorious Villain: take you this weapon Which I have recovered from the More: Come guard the door without, let him not pass, But kill him rather. I'll after that same villain, For it's a damned Slave. To the Platform (Master's) come, let's set the Watch. But is he often thus? 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? Oh monstrous Act.