Alexander, William · published 1637 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.75 · 502 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.
But this all day hath preyed upon my heart, And from the same of cares a tribute claimed; Do not despise that which I must impart, Though but a dream, and by a woman dreamed. I thought (alas) the thought yet wounds my breast, Then whilst we both (as those whom Morpheus weds) Lay softly buried (with a pleasant rest) I in thy bosom, thou within the beds: Then from my soul strange terrors did withdraw Th' expected peace by apprehended harms; For, I imagined, no, no doubt I saw, And did embrace thee bloody in mine arms. Thus whilst my soul by sorrows was surcharged, Of which huge weight it yet some burden bears, I big with grief, two Elements enlarged, Th' air with my sighs, the water with my tears. That which I heard, with thy report accords, Whilst thou all seemed dissolved in grief at once, A heavy murmuring made with mangled words, Was interrupted oft by tragic groans. The memory, but not the judgement frames Those raving fancies which disturb the brain, Whilst night dissolves all day's designs in dreams, The senses sleeping, souls would stir in vain. From superstitious fears this care proceeds, Which still would watch o'er that which thou dost love, And in thy mind thus melancholy breeds, Which doth those strange imaginations move. Ah, in so light account leave off to hold. Those fatal warnings, which our minds should lead To search dark matters, till we may unfold What dangers huge do hang above thy head. With sacred Garlands he who things divines, By th' entrails of the consecrated beast, Doth in the offering see sinistrous signs, And I entreat thee do not hence make haste. When I in Spain against young Pompey went, Thus, the diviner threatened me before, Yet did I prosecute my first intent, Which with new laurels did my brows decore. And yet you hardly there (as I do hear) From danger (far engaged) redeemed your life; But tokens now more monstrous do appear, And I suspect far worse than open strife. Lest I too much seem wedded to my will, (As others counsels scorning to allow) With jealous eyes I'll search about me still, And even mistrust myself to trust thee now; Yet if I stay, the Senators deceived, May my beginning strait begin to hate; So might I perish, seeking to be saved: By flying it, some fall upon their fate. But here one comes who can resolve me much, With whom I use to weigh affairs of weight; Whence comest thou Decius, that thy haste is such? Is aught occurred that craves our knowledge strait? I come to tell you how the Senate stays, Till that your presence bless their longing fight, And to conclude what is proposed, delays, Since your applause can only make it right: They your contentment to procure intent, And all their thoughts seem at one object bend, Save that amongst themselves they do contend, Who you to please, shall rarest ways invent.
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Position
nodes 2193–2256 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 50 in this edition
Length
502 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.752 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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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)
But this all day hath prey'd upon my heart, And from the ſame of cares a tribute claim'd; Doe not deſpiſe that which I muſt impart, Though but a dreame, and by a woman dream'd. I thought (alas) the thought yet wounds my breaſt, Then whilſt we both (as thoſe whom Morpheus weds) Lay ſoftly buried (with a pleaſant reſt) I in thy boſome, thou within the beds: Then from my ſoule ſtrange terrours did with-draw Th' expected peace by apprehended harmes; For, I imagin'd, no, no doubt I ſaw, And did embrace thee bloudy in mine armes. Thus whilſt my ſoule by ſorrowes was ſurcharg'd, Of which huge weight it yet ſome burden beares, I big with griefe, two Elements enlarg'd, Th' ayre with my ſighes, the water with my teares. That which I heard, with thy report accords, Whilſt thou all ſeem'd diſſolv'd in griefe at once, A heavy murmuring made with mangled words, Was interrupted oft by tragicke grones. The memory, but not the judgement frames Thoſe raving fancies which diſturbe the braine, Whilſt night diſſolves all dayes deſignes in dreames, "The ſenſes ſleeping, ſoules would ſtirre in vaine. From ſuperſtitious feares this care proceeds, Which ſtill would watch o're that which thou doſt love, And in thy minde thus melancholy breeds, Which doth thoſe ſtrange imaginations move. Ah, in ſo light account leave off to hold. Thoſe fatall warnings, which our mindes ſhould leade To ſearch darke matters, till we may unfold What dangers huge doe hang above thy head. With ſacred Garlands he who things divines, By th' intrails of the conſecrated beaſt, Doth in the offring ſee ſiniſtrous ſignes, And I entreat thee doe not hence make haſte. When I in Spaine againſt yong Pompey went, Thus, the diviner threatned me before, Yet did I proſecute my firſt intent, Which with new lawrels did my browes decore. And yet you hardly there (as I doe heare) From danger (farre engag'd) redeemd your life; But tokens now more monſtrous doe appeare, And I ſuſpect farre worſe then open ſtrife. Leſt I too much ſeeme wedded to my will, (As others counſels ſcorning to allow) With jealous eyes I'le ſearch about me ſtill, And even miſtruſt my ſelfe to truſt thee now; Yet if I ſtay, the Senators deceiv'd, May my beginning ſtraight begin to hate; So might I periſh, ſeeking to be ſav'd: "By flying it, ſome fall upon their fate. But here one comes who can reſolve me much, With whom I uſe to weigh affaires of weight; Whence com'ſt thou Decius, that thy haſte is ſuch? Is ought occurr'd that craves our knowledge ſtraight? I come to tell you how the Senate ſtayes, Till that your preſence bleſſe their longing fight, And to conclude what is propos'd, delayes, Since your applauſe can onely make it right: They your contentment to procure intend, And all their thoughts ſeeme at one object bent, Save that amongſt themſelves they doe contend, Who you to pleaſe, ſhall rareſt wayes invent.