Alexander, William · published 1637 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.76 · 504 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.
What fatal warnings did forego his end, Which by his stay to frustrate some did try? But he who scorned excuses to pretend, Was by the destinies drawn forth to die. Whilst by the way he chanced to meet with one, Who had his deaths-day named, he to him said: The Ideses of March be come; but yet not gone The other answered, and still constant stayed: Another brought a letter with great speed, Which the conspiracy at length did touch, And gave it Caesar in his hand to read, Protesting that it did import him much. Yet did he lay it up where still it rests, As do the great whom blessed the world reputes, Who (grieved to be importuned by requests) Of simple supplicants neglect the suits: Or he of it the reading did defer, Still troubled by attendants at the gate, Whilst some to show their credit would confer, To flatter some, some something to entreat. Not only did the Gods by diverse signs Give Caesar warning of his threatened harms; But did of foes disturb the rash designs, And to their troubled thoughts gave strange alarms; A Senator who by some words we find, To the conspirators (though none of theirs) Had shown himself familiar with their mind, Then chanced to deal with Caesar in affairs. That sight their souls did with confusion fill, For, thinking that he told their purposed deeds, They strait themselves, or Caesar thought to kill: A guilty conscience no accuser needs; But marking that he used (when taking leave) A suitors gesture when affording thankes, They of their course did greater hopes conceive, And ranged them seven according to their ranks. Then Caesar marched forth to the fatal place; Near Pompey's Theatre where the Senate was, Where (when he had remained a little space) All the confederates flocked about. Calph. Alas. First for the form, Metellus Cimber craved To have his Brother from exile restored, Yet with the rest a rude repulse received, Whilst it they all too earnestly implored: Bold Cimber who in strife with him did stand, Did strive to cover with his Gown his head: Then was the first blow given by Casca's hand, Which on his neck a little wound but made. And Caesar (starting whilst the stroke he spied) By strength from further striking Casca stayed, Whilst both the two burst out at once, and cried: He Traitor Casca, and he, Brother aid; Then all the rest against him did arise Like desperate men, whose fury force affords, That Caesar on no side could set his eyes, But every look encountered with some Swords; Yet, as a lion (when by nets surprised) Stands struggling still so long as he hath strength, So Caesar (as he had their power despised) Did with great rage resist, till at the length He thus cried out (when spying Brutus come) And thou my Son! then grief did back rebound: Nought but unkindness Caesar could o'ercome, That, of all things, doth give the deepest wound.
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nodes 2879–2942 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 46 of 50 in this edition
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504 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.757 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What fatall warnings did foregoe his end, Which by his ſtay to fruſtrate ſome did try? But he who ſcorn'd excuſes to pretend, Was by the deſtinies drawne forth to die. Whilſt by the way he chanc'd to meet with one, Who had his deaths-day nam'd, he to him ſaid: The Ides of March be come; but yet not gone The other anſwer'd, and ſtill conſtant ſtayd: Another brought a letter with great ſpeed, Which the conſpiracie at length did touch, And gave it Caeſar in his hand to reade, Proteſting that it did import him much. Yet did he lay it up where ſtill it reſts, As doe the great whom bleſt the world reputes, Who (griev'd to be importun'd by requeſts) Of ſimple ſupplicants neglect the ſuites: Or he of it the reading did deferre, Still troubled by attendants at the gate, Whilſt ſome to ſhow their credit would conferre, To flatter ſome, ſome ſomething to entreate. Not onely did the Gods by divers ſignes Give Caeſar warning of his threatned harmes; But did of foes diſturbe the raſh deſignes, And to their troubled thoughts gave ſtrange alarmes; A Senator who by ſome words we find, To the conſpirators (though none of theirs) Had ſhowne himſelfe familiar with their minde, Then chanc'd to deale with Caeſar in affaires. That ſight their ſoules did with confuſion fill, For, thinking that he told their purpos'd deeds, They ſtraight themſelves, or Caeſar thought to kill: "A guiltie conſcience no accuſer needs; But marking that he us'd (when taking leave) A ſuters geſture when affording thankes, They of their courſe did greater hopes conceave, And rang'd them ſeven according to their rankes. Then Caeſar march'd forth to the fatall place; Neere Pompeys Theater where the Senate was, Where (when he had remain'd a litle ſpace) All the confederats flock'd about. Calph. Alas. Firſt for the forme, Metellus Cimber crav'd To have his Brother from exile reſtor'd, Yet with the reſt a rude repulſe receiv'd, Whilſt it they all too earneſtly implor'd: Bold Cimber who in ſtrife with him did ſtand, Did ſtrive to cover with his Gowne his head: Then was the firſt blow given by Caſca's hand, Which on his necke a litle wound but made. And Caeſar (ſtarting whilſt the ſtroke he ſpi'd) By ſtrength from further ſtriking Caſca ſtai'd, Whilſt both the two burſt out at once, and cry'd: He Traitour Caſca, and he, Brother aide; Then all the reſt againſt him did ariſe Like deſp'rat men, whoſe furie force affords, That Caeſar on no ſide could ſet his eyes, But every looke encountred with ſome Swords; Yet, as a lyon (when by nets ſurpriz'd) Stands ſtrugling ſtill ſo long as he hath ſtrength, So Caeſar (as he had their pow'r deſpis'd) Did with great rage reſiſt, till at the length He thus cri'd out (when ſpying Brutus come) And thou my Sonne! then griefe did back rebound: "Nought but unkindneſſe Caeſar could o'recome, "That, of all things, doth give the deepeſt wound.