Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.68 · 508 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
Nay, and he be under their arrest, I may (with safety enough) read over my elegy, before he come. God's a me! what'll you do? why, young master, you are not castalian mad, lunatic, frantic, desperate? ha? What ailest thou, LUSCUS? God be with you, sir, I'll leave you to your poetical fancies, and furies. I'll not be guilty, I. Be not, good ignorance: I'm glad thouart gone: For thus alone, our ear shall better judge The hasty errors of our morning muse. envy, why twit'st thou me, my time's spent ill? And call'st my verse, fruits of an idle quill? Or that (unlike the line from whence I sprung) Wars dusty honours I pursue not young? Or that I study not the tedious laws; And prostitute my voice to every cause? Thy scope is mortal; mine eternal fame: Which through the world shall ever chant my name. HOMER will live, whilst TENEDOS stands, and IDE, Or, to the sea, fleet SIMOIS doth slide: And so shall HESIOD too, while vines do bear, Or crooked sickles crop the ripened care. CALLIMACHUS, though in invention low, Shall still be sung: since he in art doth flow. No loss shall come to SOPHOCLES proud vain. With sun, and moon, ARATUS shall remain. Whilst slaves be false, father's hard, and bawds be whorish, Whilst harlots flatter, shall MENANDER flourish. ENNIUS, though rude, and ACCIUS high-reared strain, A fresh applause in every age shall gain. Of VARRO'S name, what ear shall not be told? Of IASONS ARGO? and the fleece of gold? Then shall LUCRETIUS lofty numbers die, When earth, and seas in fire and flames shall fry. TYTIRUS, Tillage, AENEE shall be read, Whilst ROME of all the conquered world is head. Till Cupid's fires be out, and his bow broken, Thy verses (neat TIBULLUS) shall be spoken. Our GALLUS shall be known from east to west: So shall LYCORIS, whom he now loves best. The suffering ploughshare, or the flint may wear: But heavenly poesy no death can fear. king's shall give place to it, and kingly shows, The banks over which gold-bearing Tagus flows. Kneel hinds to trash: me let bright PHOEBUS swell, With cups full flowing from the MUSES well. Frost-fearing myrtle shall empale my head, And of sad lovers I'll be often read. " Envy, the living, not the dead, doth bite: For after death all men receive their right. Then, when this body falls in funeral fire, My name shall live, and my best part aspire. YOur name shall live indeed, sir; you say true: but how infamously, how scorned and contemned in the eyes and ears of the best and gravest Romans, that you think not on: you never so much as dream of that. Are these the fruits of all my travail and expenses? is this the scope and aim of thy studies? are these the hopeful courses, wherewith I have so long flattered my expectation from thee? verses? poetry? OVID, whom I thought to see the pleader, become OVID the playmaker? No, sir.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 101–151 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 57 in this edition
Length
508 words · 757 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playerscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.680 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T16 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nay, and he be vnder their arrest, I may (with safetie inough) reade ouer my elegie, before he come. Gods a mee! What'll you doe? why, young master, you are not castalian mad, lunatike, frantike, desperate? ha? What ailest thou, LVSCVS? God be with you, sir, I'le leaue you to your poeticall fancies, and furies. I'le not be guiltie, I. Be not, good ignorance: I'm glad th'art gone: For thus alone, our eare shall better judge The hastie errours of our morning muse. ENuie, why twitst thou me, my time's spent ill? And call'st my verse, fruits of an idle quill? Or that (vnlike the line from whence I sprung) Wars dustie honours I pursue not young? Or that I studie not the tedious lawes; And prostitute my voyce to euerie cause? Thy scope is mortall; mine eternall ame: Which through the world shall euer chaunt my name. HOMER will liue, whil'st TENEDOS stands, and IDE, Or, to the sea, sleet SIMOS doth slide: And so shall HESIOD too, while vines doe beare, Or crooked sickles crop the ripened care. CALLIMACHVS, though in inuention lowe, Shall still be sung: since he in art doth flowe. No losse shall come to SOPHOCLES proud vaine. With sunne, and moone, ARATVS shall remaine. Whil'st slaues be false, fathers hard, and bawdes be whorish, Whil'st harlots flatter, shall MENANDER flourish. ENNIVS, though rude, and ACCIVS high-reard straine, A fresh applause in euerie age shall gaine. Of VARRO'S name, what eare shall not be told? Of IASONS ARGO? and the fleece of gold? Then shall LVCRETIVS loftie numbers die, When earth, and seas in fire and flames shall frie. TYTIRVS, Tillage, AENEE shall be read, Whil'st ROME of all the conquer'd world is head. Till CVPIDS fires be out, and his bowe broken, Thy verses (neate TIBVLLVS) shall be spoken. Our GALLVS shall be knowne from east to west: So shall LYCORIS, whom he now loues best. The suffering plough-share, or the flint may weare: But heauenly poesie no death can feare. Kings shall giue place to it, and kingly showes, The bankes ore which gold-bearing Tagus flowes. Kneele hindes to trash: me let bright PHOEBVS swell, With cups full flowing from the MVSES well. Frost-fearing myrtle shall impale my head, And of sad louers Ile be often read. "Enuie, the liuing, not the dead, doth bite: "For after death all men receiue their right. Then, when this bodie fals in funerall fire, My name shall liue, and my best part aspire. YOur name shall liue indeed, sir; you say true: but how infamously, how scorn'd and contemn'd in the eyes and eares of the best and grauest Romanes, that you thinke not on: you neuer so much as dreame of that. Are these the fruits of all my trauaile and expenses? is this the scope and aime of thy studies? are these the hopefull courses, wherewith I haue so long flattered my expectation from thee? verses? poetrie? OVID, whom I thought to see the pleader, become OVID the play-maker? No, sir.