Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.73 · 490 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.
Before you go together (worthy Romans) We are to tender our opinion; And give you those instructions, that may add Unto your even judgement in the cause: Which thus we do commence. First you must know That where there is a true and perfect merit, There can be no dejection; and the scorn Of humble baseness, oftentimes, so works In a high soul upon the grosser spirit, That to his bleared, and offended sense, There seems a hideous fault blazed in the object; When only the disease in his eyes. Here-hence it comes, our HORACE now stands taxed Of impudence, self-love, and arrogance, By these, who share no merit in themselves; And therefore, think his portion is as small. For they, from their own guilt, assure their souls, If they should confidently praise their works, In them it would appear inflation: Which, in a full, and well-digested man, Cannot receive that foul abusive name, But the fair title of erection. And, for his true use of translating men, It still hath been a work of as much palm In clearest judgements, as t'invent, or make. His sharpness, that is most excusable; As being forced out of a suffering virtue, Oppressed with the licence of the time: And howsoever fools, or jerking pedants, Players, or such like buffoon, barking wits, May with their beggarly, and barren trash, Tickle base vulgar ears, in their despite; This (like IOVES thunder) shall their pride control, " The honest Satire hath the happiest soul. Now, Romans, you have heard our thoughts, Withdraw, when you please. Remove the accused from the bar. Who holds the urn to us? ha? Fear nothing: I'll quit you, mine honest pitiful stinkards. I'll do't. Captain, you shall eternally girt me to you, as I am generous. Go to. TIBULLUS, let there be a case of visards privately provided: we have found a subject to bestow them on. It shall be done, CAESAR. Here be words, HORACE, able to bastinado a man's ears. I. Please it great CAESAR, I have pills about me (Mixed with the whitest kind of ellebore) Would give him a light vomit; that should purge His brain, and stomach of those tumorous heats: Might I have leave to minister unto him. O! be his AESCULAPIUS, gentle HORACE; You shall have leave, and he shall be your patient. VIRGIL, use your authority, command him forth. CAESAR is careful of your health, CRISPINUS; And hath himself chose a physician To minister unto you: take his pills. They are somewhat bitter, sir, but very wholesome; Take yet another, so: Stand by, they'll work anon. Romans, return to your several seats: Lictors, bring forward the urn; and set the accused at the bar. Quickly, you whoreson egregious varlets; Come forward. What? shall we sit all day upon you? you make no more haste, now, than a beggar upon pattens: or a physician to a patient that has no money, you pilchers.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2071–2127 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 50 of 57 in this edition
Length
490 words · 695 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.728 (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)
Before you goe together (worthy Romans) We are to tender our opinion; And giue you those instructions, that may adde Vnto your euen iudgement in the cause: Which thus we doe commence. First you must know That where there is a true and perfect merit, There can bee no deiection; and the scorne Of humble basenesse, oftentimes, so workes In a high soule vpon the grosser spirit, That to his bleared, and offended sense, There seemes a hideous fault blaz'd in the obiect; When only the disease in his eyes. Here-hence it comes, our HORACE now stands taxt Of impudence, selfe-loue, and arrogance, By these, who share no merit in themselues; And therefore, thinke his portion is as small. For they, from their owne guilt, assure their soules, If they should confidently praise their workes, In them it would appeare inflation: Which, in a full, and wel-digested man, Cannot receiue that foule abusiue name, But the faire title of erection. And, for his true vse of translating men, It still hath bin a worke of as much palme In cleerest iudgements, as t'inuent, or make. His sharpenesse, that is most excusable; As being forc't out of a suffering vertue, Oppressed with the licence of the time: And howsoeuer fooles, or ierking pedants, Players, or such like buffon, barking wits, May with their beggerly, and barren trash, Tickle base vulgar eares, in their despight; This (like IOVES thunder) shall their pride controule, "The honest Satyre hath the happiest soule. Now, Romans, you haue heard our thoughts, With-draw, when you please. Remoue the accused from the barre. Who holds the vrne to vs? ha? Feare nothing: I'le quit you, mine honest pittifull stinkards. I'le do't. Captaine, you shall eternally girt me to you, as I am generous. Goe to. TIBVLLVS, let there be a case of vizards priuately prouided: we haue found a subiect to bestow them on. It shall be done, CAESAR. Here be wordes, HORACE, able to bastinado a mans eares. I. Please it great CAESAR, I haue pills about me (Mixt with the whitest kind of ellebore) Would giue him a light vomit; that should purge His braine, and stomack of those tumorous heates: Might I haue leaue to minister vnto him. O! be his AESCVLAPIVS, gentle HORACE; You shall haue leaue, and he shall be your patient. VIRGIL, vse your authoritie, command him forth. CAESAR is carefull of your health, CRISPINVS; And hath himselfe chose a physitian To minister vnto you: take his pills. They are somewhat bitter, sir, but very wholsome; Take yet another, so: Stand by, they'll worke anon. Romans, returne to your seuerall seates: Lictors, bring forward the vrne; and set the accused at the barre. Quickly, you whorson egregious varlets; Come forward. What? shall we sit all day vpon you? you make no more haste, now, then a begger vpon pattins: or a physitian to a patient that has no money, you pilchers.