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 0.79 · 481 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.
Brother, she is not worth, what she doth cost the keeping. What's aught but as 'tis valued. But value dwells not in particular will, It holds his estimate and dignity, As well wherein 'tis precious of itself As in the prizer, 'tis mad Idolatry To make the service greater than the God, And the will dotes that is attributive; To what infectiously itself affects, Without some image of th'affected merit, I take to day a wife, and my election: Is led on in the conduct of my will, My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots twixt the dangerous shore, Of will and judgement: how may I avoid? (Although my will distaste what it elected) The wife I choose, there can be no evasion, To blench from this and to stand firm by honour, We turn not back the silks upon the merchant When we have soiled them, nor the remainder viands, We do not throw in unrespective siue, Because we now are full, it was thught mete Panis should do some vengeance on the Greekes. Your breath with full consent bellied his sails, The seas and winds (old wranglers) took a truce: And did him service, he touched the ports desired, And for an old aunt whom the Greekes held Captive, He brought a Grecian Queen, whose youth and freshness, wrinkles, Apollo's, and makes pale the morning. Why keep we her? the Grecians keep our Aunt, Is she worth keeping? why she is a pearl Whose price hath launched above a thousand ships: And turned crowned Kings to Merchants, If you'll avouch 'twas wisdom Paris went, As you must needs, for you all cried go, go, If you'll confess he brought home worthy prize: As you must needs, for you all, clapped your hands, why do you now The issue of your proper wisdoms rate, And do a deed that never fortune did, Beggar the estimation, which you prized Richer than sea and land? O theft most base, That we have stolen, what we do fear to keep, But thieves unworthy of a thing thing so stolen: That in their country did them that disgrace, We fear to warrant in our native place. Cry Trojans cry: What noble? what shrik is this? 'tis our mad sister I do know her voice. Cry Troyans. It is Cassandra! Cry Troyans cry, lend me me ten thousand eyes, And I will fill them with prophetic tears. Peace sister peace. Virgins and boys, mid-age, and wrinkled elders, Soft infancy, that nothing canst but cry, Add to my clamours: let us pay betimes A moiety of that mass of moan to come: Cry Trojans cry, practise your eyes with tears, Troy must not be, nor goodly Ilion stand. Our firebrand brother Paris burns us all, Cry Troyans cry, a Helen and a woe. Cry, cry, Troy burns, or else let Hellen go.
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Position
nodes 767–829 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 50 in this edition
Length
481 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.793 (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)
Brother, shee is not worth, what shee doth the keeping. Whats aught but as tis valued. But valew dwell not in perticuler will, It holds his estimate and dignity, As well wherein tis precious of it selfe As in the prizer, tis madde Idolatry To make the serice greaterthan the God, And the will dotes that is attributiue; To what' infectiously it selfe affects, Without some image of th'affected merit, I take to day a wise, and my election▪ Is led on in the conduct of my will, My will enindled by mine eyes and eares, Two traded pilots twixt the dangerous shore, Of will and Iudgement: how may I auoyde? (Although my will distast what it elected) The wife I choose, there can be no uasion, To blench from this and to stand firme by honor, We turne not backe the silkes vpon the marchant When we haue soild them, nor the remainder viands, We do not throw in vnespectue siue, Because we now are full, it was thught mete Pais should do some vengeance on the Greekes. Your breth with full consent bellied his ailes, The seas and winds (old wranglers) tooke a tuce: And did him seuice, hee toucht the ports desir'd▪ And for an old aunt whom the Greekes held Captiue, He brought a Grecia Queene, whose youth and freshnesse, Wrincle, Apolloes, and makes pale the morning. Why keepe we her? the Grecians keepe our Aunt, Is she worth keeping? why shee is a pearle Whose price hath lansh' aboue a thousand ships: And turn'd Kings to Marchants, If youle twas wisdome Paris went, As you mast needs, for you all cri'd go, go, If youle confesse be brought home worthy prize: As you must needs, for you all, clapt your hands, why do you now The ysse of your poper wisdomes rate, And do a deed that neu fortune did, Begger the estimation, which you Ritcher then sea and land? O thest most base, That wee haue stolne, what we do feare to keep, But theeues vnwothy of so stone: That in their country did them that disgrace, We feare to warrant i our natiue place. Cry Troyans cry: What noe? what shrik is this? Tis our madde I do know h voice. Cry Troys. It is Cassandra! Cry oyans cry, thousand eyes, And I will fill them with prophetick teares. Peace sister peace▪ Virgins and boyes, mid-age, and wrinckled elders, Soft inancie, that noting canst but cire, Adde to my clamours: et vs pay be-times A moytie of that masse of mone to come: Crie Troyans crye, practise your eyes with teares, Troy must not bee, nor goodly I lion stand. Ou fire-brand brother Paris bunes vs all, Crie Troaus cie, a Holen and a woe. Crie, crie, Troy brnes, or else let Hllen goe.