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Julius Caesar · chunk 47 of 49

Alexander, William · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals)
tragedy
unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 499 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.

Whilst the soothsayers sacrificed did find, A beast without a heart their altars stain: By that presage my soul might have divined That I without my heart would soon remain. But all those terrors could not terrors give, To that great mind whose thoughts could not be tamed; But by his fortune confident did live, As him t'obey the heavens had all things framed. Yet though he ended have his fatal race, T'insult for this let not his murderers strive, For, O I hope to see within short space, Him dead adored, and them abhorred alive. Though now his name the multitude respects, Since murdering one that had held him so dear, Whilst th'inward thoughts each outward thing reflects, Some monstrous shape to Brutus must appear. Just Nemesis must plague proud Cassius soon, And make him kill himself from hopes estranged; Once all the wrongs by foes to Caesar done, May by themselves be on themselves revenged. Some for th'earth's sovereign Fortune strive to prove As heavens their course confusedly did advance, Nought comes to men below, but from above, By providence, not by a staggering chance. Though to the cause that last foregoes the end, Some attribute th'event of every thing, That cause on other causes doth depend, From heaven to earth that chained together hang. Of those decrees that heavens for us appoint, whoever them approves, or yet disproves, No mortal man can disappoint a point, But as they please here moves, or hence removes. We when once comed the world's vain pomp to try, Led by the fates, t'our journeys end must haste, For when first borne, we straight begin to die, Life's first day is a step unto the last. And is there ought more swift than days and years, Which wear away this breath of ours so soon? Whilst Lachesis to no request gives ears, But spins the threads of life till they be done. Yet foolish worldlings following that which flies, As if they had assurance still to breath, To frail preferment fondly strive to rise, Which but a burden weighs them down to death. there's none of us but must remember still, How that the gods by many a wondrous sign, Did show as 'twere how that against their will, The destinies would Caesar's days confine. A monstrous star amidst the heaven hath been, Still since they first against him did conspire, The solitary birds at noon were seen, And men to walk environed all with fire. What wonder though the heavens at such a time, Upbraid the earth with apparitions strange, Then whilst intending such a monstrous crime, Unnatural men make nature's course to change. Though all such things seem wonderful to some, They may by reason comprehended be, Yet if aught more than common custom come, It th'ignorant with wondering eyes must see. Those bastard stars not heritors of th'air, Are first conceived below, then borne above, And when foreknowing things sprites take most care, And by illusions superstition move.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayJulius Caesar
AuthorAlexander, William
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1607
First performance (BritDrama)1607
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 611 · TCP A16527 · DEEP 5061.03
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 3018–3081 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 47 of 49 in this edition
Length499 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T36 — Hell, Furies and the language of punishment at 0.789
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Whilſt the ſooth-ſayers ſacrifiz'd did finde, A beaſt without a heart their altars ſtaine: By that preſage my ſoule might haue diuin'd That I without my heart would ſoone remaine. But all thoſe terrors could not terrors giue, To that great mind whoſe thoghts could not be tam'd; But by his fortune confident did liue, As him t'obey the heauens had all things fram'd. Yet though he ended haue his fatall race, T'inſult for this let not his murdrers ſtriue, For, O I hope to ſee within ſhort ſpace, Him dead ador'd, and them abhor'd aliue. Though now his name the multitude reſpects, Since murdering one that had held him ſo deare, Whilſt th'inward thoughts ech outward thing reflects, Some monſtrous ſhape to Brutus muſt appeare. Iuſt Nemeſis muſt plague prowde Caſſius ſoone, And make him kill himſelfe from hopes eſtrang'd; Once all the wrongs by foes to Caeſar done, May by themſelues be on themſelues reueng'd. Some for th'earths ſoueraigne Fortune ſtriue to proue As heauens their courſe confuſdly did aduance, Nought comes to men below, but from aboue, By prouidence, not by a ſtaggering chance. Though to the cauſe that laſt foregoes the end, Some attribute th'euent of euery thing, That cauſe on other cauſes doth depend, From heauen to earth that chaind together hing. Of thoſe decrees that heauens for vs appoint, Who-euer them approues, or yet diſprooues, No mortall man can diſſappoint a point, But as they pleaſe heere mooues, or hence remooues. We when once com'd the worlds vaine pomp to trie, Led by the fates, t'our iournies end muſt haſte, For when firſt borne, we ſtriaght begin to die, Lifes firſt day is a ſteppe vnto the laſt. And is there ought more ſwift than daies and yeares, Which weare away this breath of ours ſo ſoone? Whilſt Lacheſis to no requeſt giues eares, But ſpinnes the threedes of life till they be done. Yet fooliſh worldelings following that which flies, As if they had aſſurance ſtill to breathe, To fraile preferrement fondly ſtriue to riſe, Which but a burden weighes them downe to death. Ther's none of vs but muſt remember ſtill, How that the gods by many a wondrous ſigne, Did ſhew as 'twere how that againſt their will, The deſtinies would Caeſars dayes confine. A monſtrous ſtarre amidſt the heauen hath beene, Stil ſince they firſt againſt him did conſpire, The ſolitary birds at noone were ſeene, And men to walke enuirond all with fire. What woonder though the heauens at ſuch a time, Vpbraide the earth with apparitions ſtrange, Then whilſt intending ſuch a monſtrous crime, Vnnaturall men make natures courſe to change. Thogh all ſuch things ſeem wonderful to ſome, They may by reaſon comprehended be, Yet if ought more than common cuſtome come, It th'ignorant with wondring eies muſt ſee. Thoſe baſtard ſtarres not heritours of th'aire, Are firſt conceiu'd below, then borne aboue, And when fore-knowing things ſprites take moſt care, And by illuſions ſuperſtition moue.