Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.78 · 488 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.
WHat's become of my little punk, VENUS! and the polt-foot stinkard, her husband? ha? O, they are rid home i' the coach, as fast as the wheels can run. God JUPITER is banished, I hear: and his cockatrice, JUNO, locked up: 'heart; and and all the poetry in Parnassus get me to be a player again, I'll sell 'em my share for a sesterce. But this is humours, HORACE, that goat-footed envious slave; he's turned fawn now, an informer, the rogue: 'tis he has betrayed us all. Did you not see him, with the Emperor, crouching? Yes. Well, follow me. Thou shalt libel, and I'll cudgel the rascal. Boy, provide me a truncheon; Revenge shall gratulate him, tam MARTI, quàm MERCURIO. ay, but Master; take heed how you give this out, HORACE is a man of the sword. 'Tis true, in troth: they say, he's valiant. Valiant? so is mine arse, gods, and fiends! I'll blow him into air, when I meet him next: He dares not fight with a puckfist. Master, here he comes. Where? JUPITER save thee, my good poet; my noble prophet; my little fat HORACE. I scorn to beat the rogue i' the court; and I saluted him, thus fair, because he should suspect nothing, the rascal: Come, we'll go see how forward our journeyman is toward the untrussing of him. Do you hear, Captain? I'll write nothing in it but innocence: because I may swear I am innocent. Nay, why pursue you not the Emperor for your reward, now, LUPUS? Stay, ASINIUS; you, and your stager, and your band of LICTORS: I hope your service merits more respect, Then thus, without a thanks, to be sent hence? Well, well, jest on, jest on. Thou base unworthy groom. ay, ay, 'tis good. Was this the treason? this, the dangerous plot, Thy clamorous tongue so bellowed through the court? Hadst thou no other project to increase Thy grace with CAESAR, but this wolvish train; To prey upon the life of innocent mirth, And harmless pleasures, bred, of noble wit? Away, I loathe thy presence: such as thou, They are the moths, and scarabs of a state; The bane of empires; and the dregs of courts; Who (to endear themselves to any employment) Care not, whose fame they blast; whose life they endanger: And under a disguised, and cobweb mask Of love, unto their sovereign, vomit forth Their own prodigious malice; and pretending To be the props, and columns of his safety, The guards unto his person, and his peace, Disturb it most, with their false lapwing-cries. Good. CAESAR shall know of this; believe it. CAESAR doth know it (wolf) and to his knowledge, He will (I hope) reward your base endeavours. " Princes that will but hear, or give access To such officious spies, can ne'er be safe: " They take in poison, with an open care, And, free from danger, become slaves to fear.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1417–1458 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 57 in this edition
Length
488 words · 745 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Marscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.782 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T28 · seed 44: T22 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
WHat's become of my little punke, VENVS! and the poult-foot stinkard, her husband? ha? O, they are rid home i' the coach, as fast as the wheeles can runne. God IVPITER is banisht, I heare: and his cockatrice, IVNO, lockt vp: 'Hart; and and all the poetrie in Parnassus get me to bee a player againe, I'le sell 'hem my share for a sesterce. But this is humours, HORACE, that goat-footed enuious slaue; hee's turn'd fawne now, an informer, the rogue: 'tis hee has betraid vs all. Did you not see him, with the Emperour, crouching? Yes. Well, follow me. Thou shalt libell, and I'le cudgell the rascall. Boy, prouide me a truncheon; Reuenge shall gratulate him, tam MARTI, quàm MERCVRIO. I, but Master; take heed how you giue this out, HORACE is a man of the sword. 'Tis true, in troth: they say, he's valiant. Valiant? so is mine arse, gods, and fiends! I'le blow him into aire, when I meet him next: He dares not fight with a puck-fist. Master, here he comes. Where? IVPITER saue thee, my good poet; my noble prophet; my little fat HORACE. I scorne to beate the rogue i' the court; and I saluted him, thus faire, because hee should suspect nothing, the rascall: Come, wee'll goe see how forward our iourney-man is toward the vntrussing of him. Doe you heare, Captaine? I'le write nothing in it but innocence: because I may sweare I am innocent. Nay, why pursue you not the Emperor for your reward, now, LVPVS? Stay, ASINIVS; you, and your stager, and your band of LICTORS: I hope your seruice merits more respect, Then thus, without a thankes, to be sent hence? Well, well, iest on, iest on. Thou base vnworthy groome. I, I, 'tis good. Was this the treason? this, the dangerous plot, Thy clamorous tongue so bellowed through the court? Hadst thou no other proiect to encrease Thy grace with CAESAR, but this woluish traine; To prey vpon the life of innocent mirth, And harmelesse pleasures, bred, of noble wit? Away, I lothe thy presence: such as thou, They are the moths, and scarabes of a state; The bane of empires; and the dregs of courts; Who (to endeare themselues to any 'employment) Care not, whose fame they blast; whose life they endanger: And vnder a disguis'd, and cob-web masque Of loue, vnto their soueraigne, vomit forth Their owne prodigious malice; and pretending To be the props, and columnes of his safety, The guards vnto his person, and his peace, Disturbe it most, with their false lapwing-cries. Good. CAESAR shall know of this; beleeue it. CAESAR doth know it (wolfe) and to his knowledge, Hee will (I hope) reward your base endeuours. "Princes that will but heare, or giue accesse "To such officious spies, can ne're be safe: "They take in poyson, with an open care, "And, free from danger, become slaues to feare.