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 (?) T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi typicality 0.86 · 484 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Not I my Lord, sith true Nobilite, Warrants these words in Princely courtesy? Thanks sweet Lavinia Romans let us go. Ransomless here we set our Prisoners free, Proclaim our Honour's Lords with Trump and Drum. Lord Titus by your leave, this Maid is mine. How sir? Are you in earnest than my Lord? I Noble Titus, and resolved withal, To do myself this reason, and this right. Suum cuiquam, is our Roman justice, This Prince in justice seizeth but his own. And that he will and shall, if Lucius live. traitors avaunt, where is the Emperor's Guard? Treason my Lord, Lavinia is surprised. Surprised, by whom? By him that justly may Bear his Betrothed, from all the world away. Brother's help to convey her hence away, And with my Sword I'll keep this door safe. Fellow my Lord, and I'll soon bring her back. My Lord you pass not here. What villain Boy, bar'st me my way in Rome? Help Lucius help. My Lord you are unjust, and more than so, In wrongful quarrel, you have slain your son. Nor thou, nor he are any sons of mine, My sons would never so dishonour me. Traitor restore Lavinia to the Emperor. Dead if you will, but not to be his wife, That is another's lawful promised Love.. No Titus, no, the Emperor needs her not, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stock: I'll trust by Leisure him that mocks me once. thou never: not thy Traitorous haughty sons, Confederates all, thus to dishonour me. Was none in Rome to make a stolen But Saturnine? Full well Andronicus Agree these Deeds, with that proud brag of thine, That saidst, I begged the Empire at thy hands. O monstrous, what reproachful words are these? But go thy ways, go give that changing piece, To him that flourished for her with his Sword: A Valliant son in-law thou shalt enjoy: One, sit to bandy with thy lawless Sons, To ruffle in the Commonwealth of Rome. These words are Razors to my wounded hart. And therefore lovely Tamora Queen of Goths, That like the stately Thebes 'mongst her Nymphs Dost overshine the Gallantest Dames of Rome, If thou be pleased with this my sudden choice, Behold I choose thee Tamora for my Bride, And will Create thee Empress of Rome. Speak Queen of Goths dost thou applau'd my choice? And here I swear by all the Roman Gods, Sith Priest and Holy-water are so near, And Tapers burn so bright, and every thing In readiness for Hymeneus stand, I will not resolute the streets of Rome, Or climb my Palace, till from forth this place, I lead espoused my Bride along with me, And here in sight of heaven to Rome I swear, If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths, She will a Handmaid be to his desires, A loving Nurse, a Mother to his youth.
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 278–341 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 40 in this edition
Length
484 words · 672 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T60 — Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and political exemplarscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.859 (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)
Not I my Lord, ſith true Nobilie, Warrants theſe words in Princely curteſie? Thankes ſweete Lauinia Romans let vs goe. Ranſomleſſe heere we ſet our Priſoners free, Proclaime our Honors Lords with Trumpe and Drum. Lord Titus by your leaue, this Maid is mine. How ſir? Are you in earneſt then my Lord? I Noble Titus, and reſolu'd withall, To doe my ſelfe this reaſon, and this right. Suum cuiquam, is our Romane Iuſtice, This Prince in Iuſtice ceazeth but his owne. And that he will and ſhall, if Lucius liue. Traytors auant, where is the Emperours Guarde? Treaſon my Lord, Lauinia is ſurpriſ'd. Surpriſ'd, by whom? By him that iuſtly may Beare his Betroth'd, from all the world away. Brothers helpe to conuey her hence away, And with my Sword Ile keepe this doore ſafe. Follow my Lord▪ and Ile ſoone bring her backe. My Lord you paſſe not heere. What villaine Boy, bar'ſt me my way in Rome? Helpe Lucius helpe. My Lord you are vniuſt, and more then ſo, In wrongfull quarrell, you haue ſlaine your ſon. Nor thou, nor he are any ſonnes of mine, My ſonnes would neuer ſo diſhonour me. Traytor reſtore Lauinia to the Emperour. Dead if you will, but not to be his wife, That is anothers lawfull promiſt Loue. No Titus▪ no, the Emperour needs her not, Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy ſtocke: Ile truſt by Leiſure him that mocks me once. Thee neuer: not thy Trayterous haughty ſonnes, Confederates all, thus to diſhonour me. Was none in Rome to make a ſtale But Saturnine? Full well Andronicus Agree theſe Deeds, with that proud bragge of thine, That ſaid'ſt, I beg'd the Empire at thy hands. O monſtrous, what reproachfull words are theſe? But goe thy wayes, goe giue that changing peece, To him that flouriſht for her with his Sword: A Valliant ſonne in-law thou ſhalt enioy: One, ſit to bandy with thy lawleſſe Sonnes, To ruffle in the Common-wealth of Rome. Theſe words are Razors to my wounded hart. And therefore louely Tamora Queene of Gothes, That like the ſtately Thebe mong'ſt her Nimphs Doſt ouer-ſhine the Gallant'ſt Dames of Rome, If thou be pleaſ'd with this my ſodaine choyſe, Behold I chooſe thee Tamora for my Bride, And will Create thee Empreſſe of Rome. Speake Queene of Goths doſt thou applau'd my choyſe? And heere I ſweare by all the Romaine Gods, Sith Prieſt and Holy-water are ſo neere, And Tapers burne ſo bright, and euery thing In readines for Hymeneus ſtand, I will not reſlute the ſtreets of Rome, Or clime my Pallace, till from forth this place, I leade eſpouſ'd my Bride along with me, And heere in ſight of heauen to Rome I ſweare, If Saturnine aduance the Queen of Gothes, Shee will a Hand-maid be to his deſires, A louing Nurſe, a Mother to his youth.