Peele, George / Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.84 · 494 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
NOble Patricians, Patrons of my right, Defend the justice of my Cause with Arms. And Countrymen, my loving Followers, Plead my Successive Title with your Swords. I was the firstborn Son, that was the last That wore the Imperial Diadem of Rome: Then let my Father's Honours live in me, Nor wrong mine Age with this indignity. Romans', Friends, Follower's, Favourers of my Right: If ever Bassianus, Caesar's Son, Were gracious in the eyes of Royal Rome, Keep then this passage to the Capitol: And suffer not Dishonour to approach Th' Imperial Seat to Virtue: consecrate To justice, Continence, and Nobility: But let Desert in pure Election shine; And Romans, fight for Freedom in your Choice. Princes, that strive by Factions, and by Friends, Ambitiously for Rule and Empery: Know, that the people of Rome for whom we stand A special Party, have by Common voice In Election for the Roman Empery, Chosen Andronicus, Sur-named Pious, For many good and great deserts to Rome. A Nobler man, a braver Warrior, Lives not this day within the City Walls. He by the Senate is accited home From weary Wars against the barbarous Goths, That with his Sons (a terror to our Foes) Hath yoked a Nation strong, trained up in Arms. Ten years are spent, since first he undertook This Cause of Rome, and chastised with Arms Our Enemy's pride. Five times he hath returned Bleeding to Rome, bearing his Valiant Sons In Coffins from the Field. And now at last, laden with Honour's Spoils, Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Renowned Titus, flourishing in Arms. Let us entreat, by Honour of his Name, Whom (worthily) you would have now succeed, And in the Capitol and Senate's right, Whom you pretend to Honour and Adore, That you withdraw you, and abate your Strength, Dismiss your Followers, and as Suitors should, Plead your Deserts in Peace and Humbleness. How fair the Tribune speaks, To calm my thoughts. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy In thy uprightness and Integrity: And so I Love and Honour thee, and thine, Thy Noble Brother Titus, and his Sons, And Her (to whom my thoughts are humbled all) Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich Ornament, That I will here dismiss my loving Friends: And to my Fortunes, and the People's Favour, Commit my Cause in balance to be weighed. Friends, that have been Thus forward in my Right, I thank you all, and here Dismiss you all, And to the Love and Favour of my Country, Commit myself, my Person, and the Cause: Rome, be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee. Open the Gates, and let me in. Tribunes, and me, a poor Competitor. Romans make way: the good Andronicus, Patron of Virtue, Rome's best Champion, Successful in the Battles that he fights, With Honour and with Fortune is returned, From whence he circumscribed with his Sword, And brought to yoke the Enemies of Rome.
Peele, George / Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)
1623
First performance / composition (Annals)
1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592]
First performance (BritDrama)
1592 [1584-1594]
Company (BritDrama)
Pembroke's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 214 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.27
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 0–71 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 40 in this edition
Length
494 words · 698 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.842 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T1 · seed 44: T2 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
NOble Patricians, Patrons of my right, Defend the iuſtice of my Cauſe with Armes. And Countrey-men, my louing Followers, Pleade my Succeſſiue Title with your Swords. I was the firſt-borne Sonne, that was the laſt That wore the Imperiall Diadem of Rome: Then let my Fathers Honours liue in me, Nor wrong mine Age with this indignitie. Romaines, Friends, Followers, Fauourers of my Right: If euer Baſsianus, Caeſars Sonne, Were gracious in the eyes of Royall Rome, Keepe then this paſſage to the Capitoll: And ſuffer not Diſhonour to approach Th' Imperiall Seate to Vertue: conſecrate To Iuſtice, Continence, and Nobility: But let Deſert in pure Election ſhine; And Romanes, fight for Freedome in your Choice. Princes, that ſtriue by Factions, and by Friends, Ambitiouſly for Rule and Empery: Know, that the people of Rome for whom we ſtand A ſpeciall Party, haue by Common voyce In Election for the Romane Emperie, Choſen Andronicus, Sur-named Pious, For many good and great deſerts to Rome. A Nobler man, a brauer Warriour, Liues not this day within the City Walles. He by the Senate is accited home From weary Warres againſt the barbarous Gothes, That with his Sonnes (a terror to our Foes) Hath yoak'd a Nation ſtrong, train'd vp in Armes. Ten yeares are ſpent, ſince firſt he vndertooke This Cauſe of Rome, and chaſticed with Armes Our Enemies pride. Fiue times he hath return'd Bleeding to Rome, bearing his Valiant Sonnes In Coffins from the Field. And now at laſt, laden with Honours Spoyles, Returnes the good Andronicus to Rome, Renowned Titus, flouriſhing in Armes. Let vs intreat, by Honour of his Name, Whom (worthily) you would haue now ſucceede, And in the Capitoll and Senates right, Whom you pretend to Honour and Adore, That you withdraw you, and abate your Strength, Diſmiſſe your Followers, and as Suters ſhould, Pleade your Deſerts in Peace and Humbleneſſe. How fayre the Tribune ſpeakes, To calme my thoughts. Marcus Andronicus, ſo I do affie In thy vprightneſſe and Integrity: And ſo I Loue and Honor thee, and thine, Thy Noble Brother Titus, and his Sonnes, And Her (to whom my thoughts are humbled all) Gracious Lauinia, Romes rich Ornament, That I will heere diſmiſſe my louing Friends: And to my Fortunes, and the Peoples Fauour, Commit my Cauſe in ballance to be weigh'd. Friends, that haue beene Thus forward in my Right, I thanke you all, and heere Diſmiſſe you all, And to the Loue and Fauour of my Countrey, Commit my Selfe, my Perſon, and the Cauſe: Rome, be as iuſt and gracious vnto me, As I am confident and kinde to thee. Open the Gates, and let me in. Tribunes, and me, a poore Competitor. Romanes make way: the good Andronicus, Patron of Vertue, Romes beſt Champion, Succeſſefull in the Battailes that he fights, With Honour and with Fortune is return'd, From whence he circumſcribed with his Sword, And brought to yoke the Enemies of Rome.