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 0.77 · 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.
Then wife is to the husband? if this law Of nature be corrupted through affection And that great minds of partial indulgence, To their benumbed wills resist the same, There is a law in each well-orderd nation, To curb those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refractory; If Helen then be wife to Sparta's King, As it is known she is, these moral laws Of nature and of nations, speak aloud To have her back returned: thus to persist In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong, But makes it much more heavy. Hector's opinion Is this in way of truth: yet near the less, My sprightly brethren, I propend to you In resolution to keep Helen still, For 'tis a cause that hath no mean dependence, Upon our joint and several dignities. Why there you touched the life of our designer Were it not glory that we more affected, Then the performance of our heaving spleens, I would not wish a drop of Trojan blood, Spent more in her defence. But worthy Hector, She is a theme of honour and renown, A spur to valiant and magnanimous deeds, Whose present courage may beat down our foes, And fame in time to come canonize us, For I presume brave Hector would not lose So rich advantage of a promised glory, As smiles upon the forehead of this action, For the wide world's revenue. I am yours, You valiant offspring of great Priamus, I have a roisting challenge sent amongst The dull and factious nobles of the Greekes, Will shriek amazement to their drowsy spirits, I was advertised, their great general slept, Whilst emulation in the army crept: This I presume will wake him. How now Thersites? what lost in the Labyrinth of thy fury? shall the Elephant Ajax carry it thus? he beats me, and I rail at him: O worthy satisfaction, would it were otherwise: that I could beat him, whilst he railed at me: 'Sfoot, I le learn to conjure and raise Devils, but I'll see some issue of my spiteful execrations. Then there's Achilles, a rare engineer. If Troy be not taken till these two undermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of themselves, O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Ioue the king of gods: and Mercury, lose all the Serpentine craft of thy Caduceus, if ye take not that little little less than little wit from them that they have: which short-armd Ignorance itself knows is so abundant scarce, it will not in circumvention deliver a fly from a spider, without drawing their massy Irons, and cutting the web. After this the vengeance on the whole camp, or rather the Neapolitan bone-ache: for that me thinks is the curse depending on those that war for a placket. I have said my prayers, and devil Envy say Amen. What ho my Lord Achilles?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 895–934 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 50 in this edition
Length
481 words · 623 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.767 (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)
Then wife is to the husband▪ if this lawe Of natue be corrupted through affection And that great mindes of partiall indulgence, To their benummed wills resist the same, There is a lawe in each well-orderd nation, To curbe those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refracturio; If Helen then be wife to Sparta's King, As it is knowne she is, these morrall lawes Of nature and of nations, speake alowd To haue her back returnd: thus to persist In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong, But makes it much more heauie. Hectors opinion Is this in way of truth: yet nere the lesse, My spritely brethren▪ I propend to you In resolution to keepe Helen still, For 'tis a cause that hath no meane dependance, Vpon our ioynt and seuerall dignities. Why there you toucht the life of our designer Were it not glory that we more affected, Then the performance of our heauing spleenes, I would not wish a drop of Troy an bloud, Spent more in her defence. But worthy Hector, She is a theame of honour and renowne, A spurre to valiant and magnanimous deeds, Whose present courage may be ate downe our foes, And fame in time to come canonize vs, For I presume braue Hector would not loose So rich aduantage of a promisd glory, As smiles vpon the fore-head of this action, For the wide worlds reuenew. I am yours, You valiant offspring of great Priamus, I haue a roisting challenge sent amongst The dull and factious nobles of the Greekes, VVill shrike amazement to their drowsie spirits, I was aduertizd, their great generall slept, VVhilst emulation in the armie crept: This I presume will wake him. How now Thersites? what lost in the Labyrinth of thy furie? shall the Elephant Aiax carry it thus? he beates me, and I raile at him: O worthy satisfaction, would it were otherwise: that I could beate him, whilst hee raild at mee: Sfoote, Ile learne to coniure and raise Diuels, but Ile see some issue of my spitefull execrations. Then ther's Achilles, a rare inginer. If Troy bee not taken till these two vndermine it, the walls will stand till they fall of them-selues, O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget that thou art Ioe the king of gods: and Mercury, loose all the Serpentine craft of thy Caduceus, if yee take not that little little lesse then little witte from the that they haue: which short-armd Ignorance it selfe knowes is so aboundant scarce, it will not in circumuention delurer a flie from a spider, without drawing their massie Irons▪ and cutting the web. After this the vengeance on the whole cape, or rather the Neopolitan bone-ache: for that me thinkes is the curse depending on those that warre for a packet. I haue said my praers, and diuell Enuie say Amen. What ho my Lord Acilles?