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 0.81 · 485 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.
jove bless great Ajax. Hum. I come from the worthy Achilles. Ha? Who most humbly desires you to invite Hector to his tent. Hum? And to procure safe conduct from Agamemnon. Agamme? I my Lord. Ha? What say you to't. God buy you with all my heart. Your answer sir. If to morrow be a fair day, by a seven of the clock it will go one way or other, howsoever he shall pay for me ere he has me. Your answer sir. Fare ye well with all my heart. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? No: but out of tune thus, What music will be in him, when Hector has knocked out his brains, I know not. But I am sure none, unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make Catlings on. Come, thou shalt bear a letter to him strait. Let me hear another to his horse, for that's the more capable creature. My mind is troubled like a fountain stirred, And I myself see not the bottom of it. Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an Ass at it, I had rather be a sick in a sheep, than such a valiant ignorance. See ho? who is that there? It is the Lord Aeneas. Is the Prince there in person? Had I so good occasion to lie long As your prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business, Should rob my bed mate of my company. That's my mind too? good morrow Lord Aeneas. A valiant Greek Aeneas take his hand. Witness the process of your speech: wherein You told how Dyomed a whole week by days, Did haunt you in the field. Health to you valiant sir, During all question of the gentle truce: But when I meet you armed, as black defiance, As heart can think or courage execute. The one and other Diomedes embraces, Our bloods are now in calm, and so long health: lulled when contention, and occasion meet, By Ioue I'll play the hunter for thy life, With all my force, pursuit, and policy. And thou shalt hunt a Lion that will fly, With his face backward, in human gentleness: Welcome to Troy, now by Anchises' life, Welcome indeed: by Venus hand I swear: No man alive can love in such a sort, The thing he means to kill, more excellently. We simpathize. let Aen line (If to my sword his fate be not the glory) A thousand complete courses of the Sun, But in mine emulous honour let him die: With every joint a wound and that to morrow— We know each other well? We do and long to know each other worse. This is the most despiteful gentle greeting, The noblest hateful love that ere I heard of, what business Lord so early? I was sent for to the King? but why I know not.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1635–1694 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 50 in this edition
Length
485 words · 622 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.810 (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)
Iou besse gat Aiax. Hum. I come from the worthy Achill. Ha? Who most humbly dsires you to inuite Hector to his ent. Hum? And to procure safe conduct from . Agamme? I my Lord. Ha? What say you too't. God buy you with all my hrt. Your answer sir. If to morrow be a faire day, by a euen of the clock it will goe one way or other, howsoeuer he shall pay for me ere hee ha's me. Your answer sir. Fare yee well with all my heart. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he? No: but out of tune thus, What musick will be i him, when Hector ha's knockt out his braines, I know not. But I am sure none, vnlesse the fidler Apollo get his sinnews to make Catlings on. Come, thou shalt beare a letter to him straight. Let mee heare another to his horse, for thats the more capable creaure. My minde is troubled like a fountaine stird, And I my selfe see not the bottome of it. Would the fountaine of your minde were cleere Again, that I might water an Asse at it, I had rather be a ick in a sheepe, then such a valiant ignorance. See ho? who is that there? It is the Lord Aeeas. Is the Prince there in person? Had I so good occasion to lye long As your pince Paris, nothing but heauenly businesse, Should rob my bed mate of my company. That's my minde too? good morrow Lord Aene. A valiant Greeke Aene take his hand. Witnesse the processe of your speech: wherein You old how Dyomed a whole weeke by daies, Did haunt you in the fie'd. Health to you valiant sir, During all question of the gentle truce: But when I meete you arm'd, as black defiance, As heart can thinke or courage execute. The one and other Diomed embraces, Our blouds are now in calme, and so long helth: Lul'd when contention, and occasion mete, By Ioue le play the hunter for thy life, With all my force, pursuite, and pollicy. And hou shalt hunt a Lyon that will flie, With his face back-ward, in humane gentlenesse: Welcome to Troy, now by Achses life, Welcome indeed: by Ven hand I swere: No man aliue can oue in such a ort, The thing he meanes to kill, more excellently. We simpathize. let Aen line (If to my sword his fate be not the glory) A thousand compleate courses of the Sunne, But in mine elous honor let him die: With euery ioynt a wound and that to morrow—▪ We know each other well? We do and long to know each other worse. This is the most despighull gentle greeting, The noblest hatefull loue that ere I heard of, what busnesse Lord so eaely▪ I was sent for to the King? but why I know no.