Speeches (Lines) for Gratiano in "The Tragedy of Othello; or, The Moor of Venice"

Total: 20

#	Act / Scene	Speech text
1	V / 1	'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful. Cassio. What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder! Gratiano. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.
2	V / 1	Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. Lodovico. Hark! Gratiano. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.
3	V / 1	This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. Iago. What's the matter? Gratiano. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.
4	V / 1	Cassio! Cassio! Iago. I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains. Gratiano. Cassio!
5	V / 1	I am to find you thus: I have been to seek you. I am to find you thus: I have been to seek you. Cassio. No. Gratiano. I am to find you thus: I have been to seek you.
6	V / 1	What, of Venice? What, of Venice? Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury. Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come; Lend me a light. Know we this face or no? Alas my friend and my dear countryman Roderigo! no:--yes, sure: O heaven! Roderigo. Gratiano. What, of Venice?
7	V / 1	Know him! ay. Know him! ay. Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him? Gratiano. Know him! ay.
8	V / 1	I am glad to see you. I am glad to see you. Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you. Gratiano. I am glad to see you.
9	V / 1	Roderigo! Roderigo! Iago. How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair! Gratiano. Roderigo!
10	V / 1	Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeo... Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon. [To BIANCA] For you, mistress, Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio, Was my dear friend: what malice was between you? Iago. He, he 'tis he. [A chair brought in] O, that's well said; the chair! Gratiano. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon. [To BIANCA] For you, mistress, Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio, Was my dear friend: what malice was between you?
11	V / 2	What is the matter? What is the matter? Emilia. O, are you come, Iago? you have done well, That men must lay their murders on your neck. Gratiano. What is the matter?
12	V / 2	'Tis a strange truth. 'Tis a strange truth. Othello. Nay, stare not, masters: it is true, indeed. Gratiano. 'Tis a strange truth.
13	V / 2	Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead: Thy match was mortal to him, an... Poor Desdemona! 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 sight would make him do a desperate turn, Yea, curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation. Othello. [Rising] O, she was foul! I scarce did know you, uncle: there lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: I know this act shows horrible and grim. Gratiano. Poor Desdemona! 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 sight would make him do a desperate turn, Yea, curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation.
14	V / 2	Fie! Your sword upon a woman? Fie! Your sword upon a woman? Emilia. I will not. Gratiano. Fie! Your sword upon a woman?
15	V / 2	The woman falls; sure, he hath kill'd his wife. The woman falls; sure, he hath kill'd his wife. Othello. Are there no stones in heaven But what serve for the thunder?--Precious villain! Gratiano. The woman falls; sure, he hath kill'd his wife.
16	V / 2	He's gone, but his wife's kill'd. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd. Emilia. Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress' side. Gratiano. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd.
17	V / 2	[Within] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear: Thou hast no weapon, an... [Within] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear: Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. Othello. I have another weapon in this chamber; It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper:-- O, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth. Gratiano. [Within] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear: Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
18	V / 2	What is the matter? What is the matter? Othello. Look in upon me then and speak with me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee. Gratiano. What is the matter?
19	V / 2	Torments will ope your lips. Torments will ope your lips. Lodovico. What, not to pray? Gratiano. Torments will ope your lips.
20	V / 2	All that's spoke is marr'd. All that's spoke is marr'd. Lodovico. O bloody period! Gratiano. All that's spoke is marr'd.

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