Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.74 · 527 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.
ay, and to have better men than himself, by many thousand degrees, to observe him, and stand bare. True, and he to carry himself proud, and stately, and have the law on his side for't, old boy. Well, the day grows old, gentlemen, and I must leave you. PUBLIUS, if thou wilt hold my favour, abandon these idle fruitless studies that so bewitch thee. Send JANUS home his back-face again, and look only forward to the law: Intend that. I will allow thee, what shall suit thee in the rank of gentlemen, and maintain thy society with the best: and under these conditions, I leave thee. My blessings light upon thee, if thou respect them: if not, mine eyes may drop for thee, but thine own heart will ache for itself; and so farewell. What, are my horses come? Yes, sir, they are at the gate without. That's well. ASINIUS LUPUS, a word. Captain, I shall take my leave of you? No, my little old boy, dispatch with COTHURNUS there: I'll attend thee, I— To borrow some ten drachmas, I know his project. Sir, you shall make me beholding to you. Now Captain TUCCA, what say you? Why, what should I say? or what can I say, my flower o' the order? Should I say, thou art rich? or that thou art honourable? or wise? or valiant? or learned? or liberal? Why, thou art all these, and thou knowest it (my noble LUCULLUS) thou knowest it: come, be not ashamed of thy virtues, old stump. Honour's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat, at all times. Thou art the man of wars Maecenas, old boy. Why shouldst not thou be graced then by them, as well as he is by his poets? How now, my carrier, what news? The boy has stayed within for his cue, this half hour. Come, do not whisper to me, but speak it out: what? it is no treason against the state, I hope, is't? Yes, against the state of my master's purse. Sir, AGRIPPA desires you to forbear him till the next week: his moils are not yet come up. His moils? now the bots, the spavin, and the glanders, and some dozen diseases more, light on him, and his moils. What ha' they the yellows, his moils, that they come no faster? or are they foundered? ha? his moils ha' the staggers belike: ha' they? O no, sir: than your tongue might be suspected for one of his moils. He owes me almost a talon, and he thinks to bear it away with his moils, does he? Sirrah, you, nutcracker, go your ways to him again, and tell him I must ha' money, I: I cannot eat stones and turses, say. What, will he clem me, and my followers? Ask him, an' he will clem me: do, go. He would have me fry my jerkin, would he? Away, setter, away. Yet, stay, my little tumbler: this old boy shall supply now. I will not trouble him, I cannot be importunate, I: I cannot be impudent. Alas, sir, no: you are the most maidenly blushing creature upon the earth.
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Position
nodes 192–208 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 57 in this edition
Length
527 words · 752 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.741 (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)
I, and to haue better men then himselfe, by many thousand degrees, to obserue him, and stand bare. True, and he to carry himselfe proud, and stately, and haue the law on his side for't, old boy. Well, the day growes old, gentlemen, and I must leaue you. PVBLIVS, if thou wilt hold my fauour, abandon these idle fruitlesse studies that so bewitch thee. Send IANVS home his back-face againe, and looke only forward to the law: Intend that. I will allow thee, what shall sute thee in the ranke of gentlemen, and maintaine thy societie with the best: and vnder these conditions, I leaue thee. My blessings light vpon thee, if thou respect them: if not, mine eyes may drop for thee, but thine owne heart wil ake for it selfe; and so farewel. What, are my horses come? Yes, sir, they are at the gate without. That's well. ASINIVS LVPVS, a word. Captaine, I shall take my leaue of you? No, my little old boy, dispatch with COTHVRNVS there: I'le attend thee, I— To borrow some ten drachmes, I know his proiect. Sir, you shall make me beholding to you. Now Captaine TVCCA, what say you? Why, what should I say? or what can I say, my flowre o' the order? Should I say, thou art rich? or that thou art honorable? or wise? or valiant? or learned? or liberall? Why, thou art all these, and thou knowest it (my noble LVCVLLVS) thou knowest it: come, bee not ashamed of thy vertues, old stumpe. Honour's a good brooch to weare in a mans hat, at all times. Thou art the man of warres MECOENAS, old boy. Why shouldst not thou bee grac't then by them, as well as hee is by his poets? How now, my carrier, what newes? The boy has staied within for his cue, this halfe houre. Come, doe not whisper to me, but speake it out: what? it is no treason against the state, I hope, is't? Yes, against the state of my masters purse. Sir, AGRIPPA desires you to forbeare him till the next weeke: his moyles are not yet come vp. His moyles? now the bots, the spauin, and the glanders, and some dozen diseases more, light on him, and his moyles. What ha' they the yellowes, his moyles, that they come no faster? or are they foundred? ha? his moyles ha' the staggers belike: ha' they? O no, sir: then your tongue might be suspected for one of his moyles. Hee owes mee almost a talent, and hee thinks to beare it away with his moyles, does hee? Sirrah, you, nut-cracker, goe your waies to him againe, and tell him I must ha' money, I: I cannot eate stones and turses, say. What, will he clem me, and my followers? Aske him, an' he will clem me: doe, goe. He would haue mee frie my ierkin, would hee? Away, setter, away. Yet, stay, my little tumbler: this old boy shall supply now. I will not trouble him, I cannot bee importunate, I: I cannot bee impudent. Alas, sir, no: you are the most maidenly blushing creature vpon the earth.