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 0.79 · 519 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.
Oppose me Scythia to ambitious Rome, Alarbus goes to rest, and we survive, To tremble under Titus' threatening looks, Then Madam stand resolved, but hope withal, The self same Gods that armed the Queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent, May favour Tamora the Queen of Goths, (When Goths were Goths, and Tamora was Queen) To quit the bloody wrongs upon her foes. See Lord and Father, how we have performed Our Roman rights, Alarbus limbs are lopped, And intrals feed the sacrificing fire, Whose smoke like in cense doth perfume the sky. Remaineth nought but to inter our Brethren, And with lowed Larums welcome them to Rome. Let it be so, and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their souls. In peace and Honour rest you here my Sons, Rome's readiest Champions, repose you here in rest, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps: here lurks no Treason, here no envy swells, here grow no damned grudges, here are no storms, No noise, but silence and Eternal sleep, In peace and Honour rest you here my Sons. In peace and Honour, live Lord Titus long, My Noble Lord and Father, live in Fame: Lo at this Tomb my tributary tears, I render for my Brothers Obsequies: And at thy feet I kneel, with tears of joy Shed on the earth for thy return to Rome. O bless me here with thy victorious hand, Whose Fortune Rome's best Citizens applau'd. Kind Rome, That hast thus lovingly reserved The Cordial of mine age to glad my hart, Lavinia live, outlive thy Father's days: And Fame's eternal date for virtue's praise. Long live Lord Titus, my beloved brother, Gracious Triumpher in the eyes of Rome. Thanks Gentle Tribune, Noble brother Marcus. And welcome, Nephews from successful wars, You that survive and you that sleep in Fame: Fair Lords your Fortunes are all alike in all, That in your Country's service drew your Swords. But safer Triumph is this Funeral Pomp, That hath aspired to Solon's Happiness, And Triumphs over chance in honour's bed. Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome, Whose friend in justice thou hast ever been, Send thee by me their Tribune and their trust, This Palliament of white and spotless Hue, And name thee in Election for the Empire, With these our late deceased Emperors Sons: Be Candidatus then, and put it on, And help to set a head on headless Rome. A better head her Glorious body fits, Then his that shakes for age and feebleness: What should I don this Robe and trouble you, Be chosen with proclamations to day, To morrow yield up rule, resign my life, And set abroad new business for you all. Rome I have been thy Soldier forty years, And led my Country's strength successfully, And buried one and twenty Valiant Sons, Knighted in Field, slain manfully in Arms, In right and Service of their Noble Country: Give me a staff of Honour for mine age, But not a Sceptre to control the world, Upright he held it Lords, that held it last.
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 135–205 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 40 in this edition
Length
519 words · 708 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.789 (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)
Oppoſe me Scythia to ambitious Rome, Alarbus goes to reſt, and we ſuruiue, To tremble vnder Titus threatning lookes, Then Madam ſtand reſolu'd, but hope withall, The ſelfe ſame Gods that arm'd the Queene of Troy With opportunitie of ſharpe reuenge Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent, May fauour Tamora the Queene of Gothes, (When Gothes were Gothes, and Tamora was Queene) To quit the bloody wrongs vpon her foes. See Lord and Father, how we haue perform'd Our Romaine rightes, Alarbus limbs are lopt, And intrals feede the ſacrifiſing fire, Whoſe ſmoke like in cenſe doth perfume the skie. Remaineth nought but to interre our Brethren, And with low'd Larums welcome them to Rome. Let it be ſo, and let Andronicus Make this his lateſt farewell to their ſoules. In peace and Honour reſt you heere my Sonnes, Romes readieſt Champions, repoſe you heere in reſt, Secure from worldly chaunces and miſhaps: Heere lurks no Treaſon, heere no enuie ſwels, Heere grow no damned grudges, heere are no ſtormes, No noyſe, but ſilence and Eternall ſleepe, In peace and Honour reſt you heere my Sonnes. In peace and Honour, liue Lord Titus long, My Noble Lord and Father, liue in Fame: Loe at this Tombe my tributarie teares, I render for my Bretherens Obſequies: And at thy feete I kneele, with teares of ioy Shed on the earth for thy returne to Rome. O bleſſe me heere with thy victorious hand, Whoſe Fortune Romes beſt Citizens applau'd. Kind Rome, That haſt thus louingly reſeru'd The Cordiall of mine age to glad my hart, Lauinia liue, out-liue thy Fathers dayes: And Fames eternall date for vertues praiſe. Long liue Lord Titus, my beloued brother, Gracious Triumpher in the eyes of Rome. Thankes Gentle Tribune, Noble brother Marcus. And welcome▪ Nephews from ſucceſfull wars, You that ſuruiue and you that ſleepe in Fame: Faire Lords your Fortunes are all alike in all, That in your Countries ſeruice drew your Swords. But ſafer Triumph is this Funerall Pompe, That hath aſpir'd to Solons Happines, And Triumphs ouer chaunce in honours bed. Titus Andronicus▪ the people of Rome, Whoſe friend in iuſtice thou haſt euer bene, Send thee by me their Tribune and their truſt, This Palliament of white and ſpotleſſe Hue, And name thee in Election for the Empire, With theſe our late deceaſed Emperours Sonnes: Be Candidatus then, and put it on, And helpe to ſet a head on headleſſe Rome. A better head her Glorious body fits, Then his that ſhakes for age and feebleneſſe: What ſhould I d'on this Robe and trouble you, Be choſen with proclamations to day, To morrow yeeld vp rule, reſigne my life, And ſet abroad new buſineſſe for you all▪ Rome I haue bene thy Souldier forty yeares, And led my Countries ſtrength ſucceſſefully, And buried one and twenty Valiant Sonnes, Knighted in Field, ſlaine manfully in Armes, In right and Seruice of their Noble Countrie: Giue me a ſtaffe of Honour for mine age, But not a Scepter to controule the world, Vpright he held it Lords, that held it laſt.