Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.80 · 500 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 JUPITER, me, sir; me, by any means: I beseech you, me, sir. No saith, I'll venture those now: Thou shalt see I love thee, come HORACE. Nay then, I am desperate: I follow you, sir. 'Tis hard contending with a man that overcomes thus. And how deals Maecenas with thee? liberally? ha? Is he openhanded? bountiful? he's still himself, sir. Troth, HORACE, thou art exceeding happy in thy friends and acquaintance; they are all most choice spirits, and of the first rank of Romans: I do not know that poet, I protest, has used his fortune more prosperously, than thou hast. If thou wouldst bring me known to Maecenas, I should second thy desert well; thou shouldst find a good sure assistant of me: one, that would speak all good of thee in thy absence, and be content with the next place, not envying thy reputation with thy patron. Let me not live, but I think thou and I (in a small time) should list them all out of favour, both VIRGIL, VARIUS, and the best of them; and enjoy him wholly to ourselves. Gods, you do know it, I can hold no longer; This breeze hath pricked my patience: Sir, your silkenness Clearly mistakes Maecenas, and his house; To think, there breathes a spirit beneath his roof, Subject unto those poor affections Of undermining envy, and detraction, Moods, only proper to base groveling minds: That place is not in Rome, I dare affirm, More pure, or free, from such low common evils. There's no man grieved, that this is thought more rich, Or this more learned; each man hath his place, And to his merit, his reward of grace: Which with a mutual love they all embrace. You report a wonder! 'tis scarce credible, this. I am no torture, to enforce you to believe it, but 'tis so. Why, this inflames me with a more ardent desire to be his, then before: but, I doubt I shall find the entrance, to his familiarity, somewhat more than difficult, HORACE. Tut, you'll conquer him, as you have done me; There's no standing out against you, sir, I see that. Either your importunity, or the intimation of your good parts; or— Nay, I'll bribe his porter, and the grooms of his chamber; make his doors open to me that way, first: and then, I'll observe my times. Say, he should extrude me his house today; shall I therefore desist, or let fall my suit, tomorrow? No: I'll attend him, follow him, meet him? i' the street, the high ways, run by his coach, never leave him. What? Man hath nothing given him, in this life, without much labour. And impudence. Archer of heaven, PHOEBUS, take thy bow, And with a full drawn shaft, nail to the earth This PYTHON; that I may yet run hence, and live: Or brawny HERCULES, do thou come down, And (though thou mak'st it up thy thirteenth labour) Rescue me from this HYDRA of discourse, here.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 675–706 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 57 in this edition
Length
500 words · 713 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (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 IVPITER, mee, sir; mee, by any meanes: I beseech you, mee, sir. No saith, I'le venture those now: Thou shalt see I loue thee, come HORACE. Nay then, I am desperate: I follow you, sir. 'Tis hard contending with a man that ouer-comes thus. And how deales MECOENAS with thee? liberally? ha? Is he open-handed? bountifull? Hee's still himselfe, sir. Troth, HORACE, thou art exceeding happy in thy friends and acquaintance; they are all most choice spirits, and of the first ranke of Romanes: I doe not know that poet, I protest, ha's vs'd his fortune more prosperously, then thou hast. If thou would'st bring me knowne to MECoeNAS, I should second thy desert well; thou should'st find a good sure assistant of mee: one, that would speake all good of thee in thy absence, and be content with the next place, not enuying thy reputation with thy patron. Let me not liue, but I thinke thou and I (in a small time) should list them all out of fauour, both VIRGIL, VARIVS, and the best of them; and enioy him wholy to our selues. Gods, you doe know it, I can hold no longer; This brize hath prickt my patience: Sir, your silkenesse Cleerely mistakes MECOENAS, and his house; To thinke, there breathes a spirit beneath his roofe, Subiect vnto those poore affections Of vnder-mining enuie, and detraction, Moodes, onely proper to base groueling minds: That place is not in Rome, I dare affirme, More pure, or free, from such low common euils. There's no man greeu'd, that this is thought more rich, Or this more learned; each man hath his place, And to his merit, his reward of grace: Which with a mutuall loue they all embrace. You report a wonder! 'tis scarce credible, this. I am no torture, to enforce you to beleeue it, but 'tis so. Why, this enflames mee with a more ardent desire to bee his, then before: but, I doubt I shall find the entrance, to his familiaritie, somwhat more then difficult, HORACE. Tut, you'le conquer him, as you haue done me; There's no standing out against you, sir, I see that. Either your importunitie, or the intimation of your good parts; or— Nay, I'le bribe his porter, and the groomes of his chamber; make his doores open to mee that way, first: and then, I'le obserue my times. Say, he should extrude mee his house to day; shall I therefore desist, or let fall my suite, to morrow? No: I'le attend him, follow him, meet him? i' the street, the high waies, run by his coach, neuer leaue him. What? Man hath nothing giuen him, in this life, without much labour. And impudence. Archer of heauen, PHOEBVS, take thy bow, And with a full drawne shaft, naile to the earth This PYTHON; that I may yet run hence, and liue: Or brawnie HERCVLES, doe thou come downe, And (though thou mak'st it vp thy thirteenth labour) Rescue me from this HYDRA of discourse, here.