# Result number

Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Othello
[I, 1]

Roderigo

81

What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!

2

Othello
[I, 1]

Iago

82

Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!
Look to your house, your daughter and your bags!
Thieves! thieves!

3

Othello
[I, 1]

Brabantio

152

Strike on the tinder, ho!
Give me a taper! call up all my people!
This accident is not unlike my dream:
Belief of it oppresses me already.
Light, I say! light!

4

Othello
[I, 1]

Brabantio

197

Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call;
I may command at most. Get weapons, ho!
And raise some special officers of night.
On, good Roderigo: I'll deserve your pains.

5

Othello
[I, 3]

Sailor

341

[Within] What, ho! what, ho! what, ho!

6

Othello
[II, 1]

Montano

801

Pray heavens he be;
For I have served him, and the man commands
Like a full soldier. Let's to the seaside, ho!
As well to see the vessel that's come in
As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello,
Even till we make the main and the aerial blue
An indistinct regard.

7

Othello
[II, 3]

Iago

1200

Some wine, ho!
[Sings]
And let me the canakin clink, clink;
And let me the canakin clink
A soldier's a man;
A life's but a span;
Why, then, let a soldier drink.
Some wine, boys!

8

Othello
[II, 3]

Iago

1209

I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are
most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and
your swag-bellied Hollander—Drink, ho!—are nothing
to your English.

9

Othello
[II, 3]

Iago

1220

O sweet England!
King Stephen was a worthy peer,
His breeches cost him but a crown;
He held them sixpence all too dear,
With that he call'd the tailor lown.
He was a wight of high renown,
And thou art but of low degree:
'Tis pride that pulls the country down;
Then take thine auld cloak about thee.
Some wine, ho!

10

Othello
[II, 3]

Iago

1298

[Aside to RODERIGO] Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny.
[Exit RODERIGO]
Nay, good lieutenant,—alas, gentlemen;—
Help, ho!—Lieutenant,—sir,—Montano,—sir;
Help, masters!—Here's a goodly watch indeed!
[Bell rings]
Who's that which rings the bell?—Diablo, ho!
The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant, hold!
You will be shamed for ever.

11

Othello
[II, 3]

Iago

1312

Hold, ho! Lieutenant,—sir—Montano,—gentlemen,—
Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?
Hold! the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame!

12

Othello
[II, 3]

Othello

1315

Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this?
Are we turn'd Turks, and to ourselves do that
Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?
For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl:
He that stirs next to carve for his own rage
Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.
Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle
From her propriety. What is the matter, masters?
Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving,
Speak, who began this? on thy love, I charge thee.

13

Othello
[IV, 1]

Iago

2462

Work on,
My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught;
And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,
All guiltless, meet reproach. What, ho! my lord!
My lord, I say! Othello!
[Enter CASSIO]
How now, Cassio!

14

Othello
[V, 1]

Cassio

3168

I am maim'd for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder!

15

Othello
[V, 1]

Cassio

3174

O, help, ho! light! a surgeon!

16

Othello
[V, 1]

Cassio

3183

What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder!

17

Othello
[V, 1]

Bianca

3229

What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?

18

Othello
[V, 2]

Emilia

3405

[Within] My lord, my lord! what, ho! my lord, my lord!

19

Othello
[V, 2]

Emilia

3409

[Within] What, ho! my lord, my lord!

20

Othello
[V, 2]

Emilia

3447

Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice.
Help! help, ho! help! O lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak!