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 0.74 · 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.
When in the world I lived, I was the world's Commander: By East, West, North, & South, I spread my conquering might My Scutcheon plain declares that I am Alexander. Your nose says no, you are not: For it stands too right. Your nose smells no, in this most tender smelling Knight. The Conqueror is dismayed: Proceed good Alexander. When in the world I lived, I was the world's Commander. Most true, 'tis right: you were so Alexander. Pompey the great. your servant and Costard. Take away the Conqueror, take away Alexander O sir, you have overthrown Alexander the conqueror: you will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this: your Lion that holds his Pole-axe sitting on a close stool, will be given to Aiax. He will be the ninth worthy. A Conqueror, and afraid to speak? Run away for shame Alexander. There an't shall please you: a foolish mild man, an honest man, look you, & soon dashed. He is a marvelous good neighbour insooth, and a very good Bowler: but for Alexander, alas you see, how 'tis a little ore-parted. But there are Worthies a coming, will speak their mind in some other sort. Stand aside good Pompey. Great Hercules is presented by this Imp, Whose Club killed Cerberus that threeheaded Canus, And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Thus did he strangle Serpents in his Manus: Quoniam, he seemeth in minority, Ergo, I come with this Apology. Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. Iudas I am. A Iudas? Not Iscariot sir. Iudas I am, yclept Machabeus. Iudas Machabeus clipped, is plain Iudas. A kissing traitor. How art thou proved Iudas? Iudas I am. The more shame for you Iudas. What mean you sir? To make Iudas hang himself. Begin sir, you are my elder. Well followed, Iudas was hanged on an Elder. I will not be put out of countenance. Because thou hast no face. What is this? A Cittern head. The head of a bodkin. A death's face in a ring. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen. The pummel of Caesar's Falchion. The caru'd-bone face on a Flask. S. George's half cheek in a brooch. I, and in a brooch of Lead. I, and worn in the cap of a Tooth-drawer. And now forward, for we have put thee in countenance You have put me out of countenance. False, we have given thee faces. But you have outfaced them all. And thou were't a Lion, we would do so. Therefore as he is, an Ass, let him go: And so adieu sweet jude. Nay, why dost thou stay? For the latter end of his name. For the Ass to the Iude: give it him. Iud-as away. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. A light for monsieur Iudas, it grows dark, he may stumble. Alas poor Machabeus, how hath he been baited. Hide thy head Achilles, here comes Hector in Arms. Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1938–1997 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 42 in this edition
Length
508 words · 728 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.740 (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)
When in the world I liu'd, I was the worldes Commander: By Eaſt, Weſt, North, & South, I ſpred my conquering might My Scutcheon plaine declares that I am Aliſander. Your noſe ſaies no, you are not: For it ſtands too right. Your noſe ſmels no, in this moſt tender ſmelling Knight. The Conqueror is diſmaid: Proceede good Alexander. When in the world I liued, I was the worldes Commander. Moſt true, 'tis right: you were ſo Aliſander. Pompey the great. your ſeruant and Coſtard. Take away the Conqueror, take away Aliſander O ſir, you haue ouerthrowne Aliſander the conqueror: you will be ſcrap'd out of the painted cloth for this: your Lion that holds his Pollax ſitting on a cloſe ſtoole, will be giuen to Aiax. He will be the ninth worthie. A Conqueror, and affraid to ſpeake? Runne away for ſhame Aliſander. There an't ſhall pleaſe you: a fooliſh milde man, an honeſt man, looke you, & ſoon daſht. He is a maruellous good neighbour inſooth, and a verie good Bowler: but for Aliſander, alas you ſee, how 'tis a little ore-parted. But there are Worthies a comming, will ſpeake their minde in ſome other ſort. Stand aſide good Pompey. Great Hercules is preſented by this Impe, Whoſe Club kil'd Cerberus that three-headed Canus, And when he was a babe, a childe, a ſhrimpe, Thus did he ſtrangle Serpents in his Manus: Quoniam, he ſeemeth in minoritie, Ergo, I come with this Apologie. Keepe ſome ſtate in thy exit, and vaniſh. Iudas I am. A Iudas? Not Iſcariot ſir. Iudas I am, ycliped Machabeus. Iudas Machabeus clipt, is plaine Iudas. A kiſsing traitor. How art thou prou'd Iudas? Iudas I am. The more ſhame for you Iudas. What meane you ſir? To make Iudas hang himſelfe. Begin ſir, you are my elder. Well follow'd, Iudas was hang'd on an Elder. I will not be put out of countenance. Becauſe thou haſt no face. What is this? A Citterne head. The head of a bodkin. A deaths face in a ring. The face of an old Roman coine, ſcarce ſeene. The pummell of Caeſars Faulchion. The caru'd-bone face on a Flaske. S. Georges halfe cheeke in a brooch. I, and in a brooch of Lead. I, and worne in the cap of a Tooth-drawer. And now forward, for we haue put thee in countenance You haue put me out of countenance. Falſe, we haue giuen thee faces. But you haue out-fac'd them all. And thou wer't a Lion, we would do ſo. Therefore as he is, an Aſſe, let him go: And ſo adieu ſweet Iude. Nay, why doſt thou ſtay? For the latter end of his name. For the Aſſe to the Iude: giue it him. Iud-as away. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. A light for monſieur Iudas, it growes darke, he may ſtumble. Alas poore Machabeus, how hath hee beene baited. Hide thy head Achilles, heere comes Hector in Armes. Though my mockes come home by me, I will now be merrie.