Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi typicality 0.77 · 515 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
No, it is stopped with other flattering sounds As praises of his state: then there are sound Lascivious Metres, to whose venom sound The open ear of youth doth always listen. Report of fashions in proud Italy, Whose: manners still our tardy apish Nation Limps after in base imitation. Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity, So it be new, there's no respect how vile, That is not quickly buzzed into his ears? That all too late comes counsel to be heard, Where will doth mutiny with wits regard: Direct not him, whose way himself will choose, 'tis breath thou lackest, and that breath wilt thou lose. Me thinks I am a Prophet new inspired, And thus expiring, do foretell of him, His rash fierce blaze of Riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves, Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short, He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding, food doth choke the feeder: Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means soon preys upon itself. This royal Throne of Kings, this sceptred Isle, This earth of Majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi paradise, This Fortress built by Nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war: This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone, set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a Moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier Lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this Realm, this England, This Nurse, this teeming womb of Royal Kings, Feared by their breed, and famous for their birth, Renowned for their deeds, as far from home, For Christian service, and true Chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn jury Of the World's ransom, blessed Mary's Son. This Land of such dear souls, this deere-deere Land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now Leased out (I die pronouncing it) Like to a Tenement or pelting Farm. England bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With Inky blottes, and rotten Parchment bonds. That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah! would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death? The King is come, deal mildly with his youth, For young hot Colts, being raged, do rage the more. How fares our noble Uncle Lancaster? What comfort man? How is't with aged Gaunt? Oh how that name befits my composition: Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old: Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast, And who abstaynes from meat, that is not gaunt? For sleeping England long time have I watched, Watching breeds leanness, leanness is all gaunt. The pleasure that some Fathers feed upon, Is my strict fast, I mean my children's looks, And therein fasting, hast thou made me gaunt: Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Whose hollow womb inherits naught but bones.
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Position
nodes 634–700 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 43 in this edition
Length
515 words · 697 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T25 — Kings, power and law: political sententiaecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.771 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T6 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No, it is ſtopt with other flatt'ring ſounds As praiſes of his ſtate: then there are ſound Laſcious Meeters▪ to whoſe venom ſound The open eare of youth doth alwayes liſten. Report of faſhions in proud Italy, Whoſe: manners ſtill our tardie apiſh Nation Limpes after in baſe imitation. Where doth the world thruſt forth a vanity, So it be new, there's no reſpect how vile, That is not quickly buz'd into his eares? That all too late comes counſell to be heard, Where will doth mutiny with wits regard: Direct not him, whoſe way himſelfe will chooſe, Tis breath thou lackſt, and that breath wilt thou looſe. Me thinkes I am a Prophet new inſpir'd, And thus expiring, do foretell of him, His raſh fierce blaze of Ryot cannot laſt, For violent fires ſoone burne out themſelues, Small ſhowres laſt long, but ſodaine ſtormes are ſhort, He tyres betimes, that ſpurs too faſt betimes; With eager feeding, food doth choake the feeder: Light vanity, inſatiate cormorant, Conſuming meanes ſoone preyes vpon it ſelfe. This royall Throne of Kings, this ſceptred Iſle, This earth of Maieſty, this ſeate of Mars, This other Eden, demy paradiſe, This Fortreſſe built by Nature for her ſelfe, Againſt infection, and the hand of warre: This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious ſtone, ſet in the ſiluer ſea, Which ſerues it in the office of a wall, Or as a Moate defenſiue to a houſe, Againſt the enuy of leſſe happier Lands, This bleſſed plot, this earth, this Realme, this England, This Nurſe, this teeming wombe of Royall Kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous for their birth, Renowned for their deeds, as farre from home, For Chriſtian ſeruice, and true Chiualrie, As is the ſepulcher in ſtubborne Iury Of the Worlds ranſome, bleſſed Maries Sonne. This Land of ſuch deere ſoules, this deere-deere Land, Deere for her reputation through the world, Is now Leas'd out (I dye pronouncing it) Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme. England bound in with the triumphant ſea, Whoſe rocky ſhore beates backe the enuious ſiedge Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with ſhame, With Inky blottes, and rotten Parchment bonds. That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a ſhamefull conqueſt of it ſelfe. Ah! would the ſcandall vaniſh with my life, How happy then were my enſuing death? The King is come, deale mildly with his youth, For young hot Colts, being rag'd, do rage the more. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaſter? What comfort man? How iſt with aged Gaunt? Oh how that name befits my compoſition: Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old: Within me greefe hath kept a tedious faſt, And who abſtaynes from meate, that is not gaunt? For ſleeping England long time haue I watcht, Watching breeds leanneſſe, leanneſſe is all gaunt. The pleaſure that ſome Fathers feede vpon, Is my ſtrict faſt, I meane my Childrens lookes, And therein faſting, haſt thou made me gaunt: Gaunt am I for the graue, gaunt as a graue, Whoſe hollow wombe inherits naught but bones.