Shakespeare, William · published 1609 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.82 · 533 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
What trumpet? look Metellus. From Troy. What would you fore our tent Is this great Agamemon's tent I pray you? Even this. May one that is a Herr'ald and a Prince, Do a fair message to his Kingly eyes? With surety stronger than Achilles' arme , Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice, Call Agamemnon head and general. Fair leave and large security, how may A stranger to those most imperial looks, Know them from eyes of other mortals? How? ay, I ask that I might waken reverence, And bid the cheek by ready with a blush, Modest as morning, when she coldly eyes the youthful Phoebus, Which is that god, in Office guiding men, Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon. This Trojan scorns us, or the men of Troy, Are ceremonious Courtiers. Courtiers as free as debonair, unarmed As bending Angels, that's their fame in peace: But when they would seem soldiers, they have galls, Good arms, strong joints, true sword, & great Jove's accord Nothing so full of heart: but peace Aeneas, Peace Trojan, lay thy finger on thy lips, The worthiness of praise distaines his worth, If that the praised himself bring the praise forth. But what the repining enemy commends, That breath fame blows, that praise sole pure transcends. Sir you of Troy, call you yourself Aeneas? I Greek, that is my name. What's your affairs I pray you? Sir pardon, 'tis for Agamemnon's cares. He hears's nought privately that comes from Troy. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper with him, I bring a trumpet to awake his ear, To set his seat on that attentive bent, And then to speak. Speak frankly as the wind, It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour; That thou shalt know Trojan he is awake, He tells thee so himself. Trumpet blow aloud, Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents, And every Greek of mettle let him know, What Troy means fairly, shall be spoke aloud, We haue great herre in Troy, A Prince called Hector, Priam is his father, Who in his dull and long continued truce, Is resty grown: He bade me take a Trumpet, And to this purpose speak, Kings, Princes, Lords, If there be one among the fairest of Greece, That holds his honour higher than his case, And feeds his praise, more than he fears his peril, That knows his valour ,, and knows not his fear, That loves his mistress more than in confession, (With truant vows to her own lips he loves) And dare avow her beauty, and her worth, In other arms than hers: to him this challenge; Hector in view of Trojans and of Greekes, Shall make it good or do his best to do it: He hath a Lady, wiser, fairer, truer, Then ever Greek did couple in his arms, And will to morrow with his Trumpet call; Midway between your tents and walls of Troy, To rouze a Greci that is true in le; If only come; Hector shall honour him: If none, eele say in Troy wheir he , The Grecian dames are sunburnt, and not worth The splinter of a Lance. Even so much.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 465–536 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 50 in this edition
Length
533 words · 725 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.819 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T12 · seed 44: T11 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What trompet? looke Meels▪ From Troy. What would you fore our tent Is this great Agaenons tent I pray you? Euen this. May one that is a Herr'ald and a Prince, Do a faire message to his Kingly eyes? With surrty strong erth on Achilles Fore all the Greekish heads, which with one voice, Call Agamemnon head and generall. Faire leaue and large security, how may A stranger to those most imperiall lookes, Know them from eyes of other mortals? How? I, I aske that I might waken reuerence, And bid the cheeke b ready with a blush, Modest as morning, when shee coldly eyes the youthfull Phoebus, Which is that god, in ffice guiding men, Which is the high and mighty Agamen. This Troyan scornes vs, or the men of Troy, Are cremonious Courtiers. Courtiers as free as debonaire, vnarm'd As bending Angels, thats their same in peace: But when they would seeme soldiers, they haue galls, Good armes, strong ioints, true sword, & great loes accord Nothing so full of heart: but peace Aeneas, Peace Troyan, lay thy finger on thy lips, The worthinesse of praise distaines his worth, If that the praisd him-selfe bring the praise forth. But what the repining enemy commends, That breath fame blowes, that praise sole pure transcends. Sir you of Troy, call you your selfe Aeneas? I Greeke, that is my name. Whats your affaires I pray you? Sir pardon, 'tis for Agamemnons cares. He heeres ught priuately that comes from Troy. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper with him, I bring a trumpet to awake his are, To set his seat on that attentiue bent, And then to speake. Speake frankly as the winde, It is not Agamemnons sleeping houre; That thou shalt know Troyan he is awake, Hee tels thee so himselfe. Trumpet blowe alowd, Send thy brasse voyc through all these lazie tents, And euery Greeke of mtrell let him a now, What Troy meanes fairely, shall be spoke alowd, We haue great herre in Troy, A Prince calld Hect, is his father, Who in his dull and long continued truce, Is restie growne: H bad me take a Trumpet, And to this speake, Kings, Princes, Lords, If here be one among the fair'st of Greece, That holds his honour higher then his case, And feeds his praise, more then he feares his perilt, That knowes his knowes not his feare, That loues his more then in confession, (With truant vowes to her owne lips he loues) And dare avowe her beaie, and her worth, In other armes then hes: to him this challenge; Hector in view of Troyans and of Greekes, Shall make it good or do his best to do it: He hath a Lady, wiser, fairer, trer, Then euer Greeke did couple in his armes, And will to morrow with his Trumpet call; Mid-way betweene your tents and walls of Troy, To rouze a Greci that is true in le; If only come; Hector shall honor him▪ If none, eele say in Troy wheir he , The Grecian dames are un-burnt, and not worth The splinter of a Launce. Euen so much▪