Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.75 · 508 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.
O Lord sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning sir. How much is it? O Lord sir, the parties themselves, the actors sir will show where-untill it doth amount: for mine own part, I am (as they say, but to perfect one man in one poor man) Pompey the great sir. Art thou one of the Worthies? It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompey the great: for mine own part, I know not the degree of the Worthy, but I am to stand for him. Go, bid them prepare. We will turn it finely off sir, we will take some care. Berowne, they will shame us: Let them not approach. We are shame-proofe my Lord: and 'tis some policy, to have one show worse than the Kings and his company. I say they shall not come. Nay my good Lord, let me overrule you now; That sport best pleases, that doth least know how. Where Zeal strives to content, and the contents Dies in the Zeal of that which it presents: Their form confounded, makes most form in mirth, When great things labouring perish in their birth. A right description of our sport my Lord. Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath, as will utter a brace of words. Doth this man serve God? Why ask you? He speaks not like a man of God's making. That's all one my fair sweet honey Monarch: For I protest, the Schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical: Too too vain, too too vain. But we will put it (as they say) to Fortuna delaguar, I wish you the peace of mind most royal cupplement. Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies; He presents Hector of Troy, the Swain Pompey the great, the Parish Curate Alexander, Armadas Page Hercules, the Pedant Iudas Machabeus: And if these four Worthies in their first show thrive, these four will change habits, and present the other five. There is five in the first show. You are deceived, 'tis not so. The Pedant, the Braggart, the Hedge-Priest, the Fool, and the Boy, Abate throw at Novum, and the whole world again, Cannot prick out five such, take each one in's vain. The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain. I Pompey am. You lie, you are not he. I Pompey am. With Leopard's head on knee. Well said old mocker, I must needs be friends with thee. I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the big. The great. It is great sir: Pompey surnamed the great: That oft in field, with Targe and Shield, did make my foe to sweat: And travailing along this coast, I here am come by chance, And lay my Arms before the legs of this sweet Lass of France. If your Ladyship would say thankes Pompey, I had done. Great thankes great Pompey. 'tis not so much worth: but I hope I was perfect. I made a little fault in great. My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1892–1937 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 37 of 42 in this edition
Length
508 words · 691 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.750 (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)
O Lord ſir, it were pittie you ſhould get your liuing by reckning ſir. How much is it? O Lord ſir, the parties themſelues, the actors ſir will ſhew where-vntill it doth amount: for mine owne part, I am (as they ſay, but to perfect one man in one poore man) Pompion the great ſir. Art thou one of the Worthies? It pleaſed them to thinke me worthie of Pompey the great: for mine owne part, I know not the degree of the Worthie, but I am to ſtand for him. Go, bid them prepare. We will turne it finely off ſir, we wil take ſome care. Berowne, they will ſhame vs: Let them not approach. We are ſhame-proofe my Lord: and 'tis ſome policie, to haue one ſhew worſe then the Kings and his companie. I ſay they ſhall not come. Nay my good Lord, let me ore-rule you now; That ſport beſt pleaſes, that doth leaſt know how. Where Zeale ſtriues to content, and the contents Dies in the Zeale of that which it preſents: Their forme confounded, makes moſt forme in mirth, When great things labouring periſh in their birth. A right deſcription of our ſport my Lord. Annointed, I implore ſo much expence of thy royall ſweet breath, as will vtter a brace of words. Doth this man ſerue God? Why aske you? He ſpeak's not like a man of God's making. That's all one my faire ſweet honie Monarch: For I proteſt, the Schoolmaſter is exceeding fantaſticall: Too too vain, too too vaine. But we wil put it (as they ſay) to Fortuna delaguar, I wiſh you the peace of minde moſt royall cupplement. Here is like to be a good preſence of Worthies; He preſents Hector of Troy, the Swaine Pompey ye great, the Pariſh Curate Alexander, Armadoes Page Hercules, the Pedant Iudas Machabeus: And if theſe foure Worthies in their firſt ſhew thriue, theſe foure will change habites, and preſent the other fiue. There is fiue in the firſt ſhew. You are deceiued, tis not ſo. The Pedant, the Braggart, the Hedge-Prieſt, the Foole, and the Boy, Abate throw at Novum, and the whole world againe, Cannot pricke out fiue ſuch, take each one in's vaine. The ſhip is vnder ſaile, and here ſhe coms amain. I Pompey am. You lie, you are not he. I Pompey am. With Libbards head on knee. Well ſaid old mocker, I muſt needs be friends with thee. I Pompey am, Pompey ſurnam'd the big. The great. It is great ſir: Pompey ſurnam'd the great: That oft in field, with Targe and Shield, did make my foe to ſweat: And trauailing along this coaſt, I heere am come by chance, And lay my Armes before the legs of this ſweet Laſſe of France. If your Ladiſhip would ſay thankes Pompey, I had done. Great thankes great Pompey. Tis not ſo much worth: but I hope I was perfect. I made a little fault in great. My hat to a halfe-penie, Pompey prooues the beſt Worthie.