Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.81 · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
O, excellently spoken, VULCAN, on the sudden! JUPITER, may do well to prefer his tongue to some office, for his eloquence. His tongue shall be gent'man usher to his wit, and still go before it. An excellent fit office! ay, and an excellent good jest, besides. What, have you hired MERCURY, to cry your jests you make? MOMUS, you are envious. Why, you whoreson blockhead, 'tis your only block of wit in fashion (now adays) to applaud other folks jests. True: with those that are not artificers themselves. VULCAN, you nod; and the mirth of the jest droops. He has filled nectar so long, till his brain swims in it. What, do we nod, fellow Gods? sound music, and let us startle our spirits with a song. Do, APOLLO: thou art a good musician. What says JUPITER? Ha? ha? A song. Why, do, do, sing. BACCHUS, what say you? CERES? But, to this song? Sing, for my part. Your belly weighs down your head, BACCHUS: here's a song toward. Begin, VULCAN— What else? what else? Say, JUPITER— MERCURY— ay, say, say— WAke, our mirth begins to die: Quicken it with tunes, and wine: Raise your notes, you're out: fie, fie, This drowsiness is an ill sign. We banish him the queer of Gods, That droops again: Then all are men, For here's not one, but nods. I like not this sudden and general heaviness, amongst our Godheads: 'Tis somewhat ominous. APOLLO, command us louder music, and let MERCURY, and MOMUS contend to please, and revive our senses. THen, in a free and lofty strain, Our broken tunes we thus repair; And we answer them again, Running division on the panting air: To celebrate this feast of sense, As free from scandal, as offence. Here is beauty, for the eye; For the ear, sweet melody; ambrosiac odours, for the smell; Delicious nectar, for the taste; For the touch, a lady's waste; Which doth all the rest excel! I: This hath waked us. MERCURY, our Herald; Go from ourself, the great God JUPITER, to the great Emperor, AUGUSTUS CAESAR: And command him, from us (of whose bounty he hath received his surname, AUGUSTUS) that for a thank-offering to our beneficence, he presently sacrifice as a dish to this banquet, his beautiful and wanton daughter JULIA. she's a cursed quean, tell him; and plays the scold behind his back: Therefore, let her be sacrificed. Command him this, MERCURY, in our high name of JUPITER ALTITONANS. Stay, feather-footed MERCURY, and tell AUGUSTUS, from us, the great JUNO SATURNIA; if he think it hard to do, as JUPITER hath commanded him, and sacrifice his daughter, that he had better to do so ten times, then suffer her to love the well-nosed poet, OVID: whom he shall do well to whip, or cause to be whipped, about the capitol, for soothing her, in her follies.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1291–1339 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 57 in this edition
Length
479 words · 744 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Marscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.810 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T22 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O, excellently spoken, VULCAN, on the sodaine! IVPITER, may doe well to preferre his tongue to some office, for his eloquence. His tongue shall bee gent'man vsher to his wit, and still goe before it. An excellent fit office! I, and an excellent good iest, besides. What, haue you hired MERCVRY, to cry your iests you make? MOMVS, you are enuious. Why, you whoreson block-head, 'tis your only blocke of wit in fashion (now adaies) to applaud other folkes iests. True: with those that are not artificers themselues. VULCAN, you nod; and the mirth of the iest droops. He ha's fild nectar so long, till his braine swims in it. What, doe we nod, fellow Gods? sound musicke, and let vs startle our spirits with a song. Doe, APOLLO: thou art a good musician. What saies IVPITER? Ha? ha? A song. Why, doe, doe, sing. BACCHVS, what say you? CERES? But, to this song? Sing, for my part. Your belly weighes downe your head, BACCHVS: here's a song toward. Begin, VULCAN— What else? what else? Say, IVPITER— MERCVRY— I, say, say— WAke, our mirth begins to die: Quicken it with tunes, and wine: Raise your notes, you're out: fie, fie, This drouzinesse is an ill signe. We banish him the queere of Gods, That droops agen: Then all are men, For here's not one, but nods. I like not this sodaine and generall heauinesse, amongst our Godheads: 'Tis somewhat ominous. APOLLO, command vs lowder musicke, and let MERCVRY, and MOMVS contend to please, and reuiue our senses. THen, in a free and lofty straine, Our broken tunes we thus repaire; And we answere them againe, Running diuision on the panting aire: To celebrate this feast of sense, As free from scandall, as offence. Here is beautie, for the eye; For the eare, sweet melodie; Ambrosiack odours, for the smell; Delicious nectar, for the taste; For the touch, a ladies waste; Which doth all the rest excell! I: This hath wak't vs. MERCVRY, our Herald; Goe from our selfe, the great God IVPITER, to the great Emperour, AVGVSTVS CAESAR: And command him, from vs (of whose bountie he hath receiued his sir-name, AVGVSTVS) that for a thanke-offring to our beneficence, he presently sacrifice as a dish to this banquet, his beautifull and wanton daughter IVLIA. Shee's a curst queane, tell him; and plaies the scold behind his backe: Therefore, let her be sacrific'd. Command him this, MERCVRY, in our high name of IVPITER ALTITONANS. Stay, feather-footed MERCVRY, and tell AVGVSTVS, from vs, the great IVNO SATVRNIA; if he thinke it hard to doe, as IVPITER hath commanded him, and sacrifice his daughter, that hee had better to doe so ten times, then suffer her to loue the well-nos'd poet, OVID: whom he shall doe well to whip, or cause to bee whipt, about the capitoll, for soothing her, in her follies.