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 0.76 · 501 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.
Pray thee get thee in: would thou hadst near been born, I knew thou wouldst be his death. O poor Gentleman, a plague upon Anthenor. Good uncle; I beseech you on my knees, what's the matter? Thou must be gone wench, thou must be gone: thou art changed for Antenor. Thou must to thy father and be gone from Troylus, 'twill be his death, 'twill be his bane, he cannot bear it. O you immortal Gods, I will not go. Thou must. I will not uncle. I have forgot my father, I know no touch of consanguinity, No kin, no love, no blood, no soul so near me As the sweet Troilus. O you gods divine, Make Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood, If ever she leave Troylus. Time, force and death, Do to this body what extremes you can: But the strong base, and building of my love, Is as the very centre of the earth, Drawing all things to it. I'll go in and weep. Do, do. tear my bright hair, & scratch my praised cheeks, Crack my clear voice with sobs, and break my heart, With sounding Troylus: I will not go from Troy. It is great morning, and the hour prefixed, For her delivery to this valiant Greek, Comes fast upon: good my brother Troylus Tell you the Lady what she is to do, And hast her to the purpose. Walk into her house, I'll bring her to the Grecian presently: And to his hand when I deliver her, Think it an altar, and thy brother Troilus A priest there offering to it his own heart. I know what 'tis to love, And would, as I shall pity I could help: Please you walk in my Lords? Be moderate, be moderate. Why tell you me of moderation? The grief is fine, full, perfect that I tasted; And violenteth in a sense as strong As that which causeth it, how can I moderate it? If I could temporize with my affections, Or brew it to a weak and colder palate, The like alayment could I give my grief: My love admits no qualifiing dross, No more my grief in such a precious loss. Here, here, here he comes, a sweet ducks. Oh Troilus, Troilus. What a pair of spectacles is here, let me embrace too, Oh heart, as the goodly saying is, Oh heart, heavy heart, why sighest thou without breaking: where he answers again, because thou canst not ease thy smart by friendship nor by speaking: there was never a truer rime. Let us cast away nothing, for we may live to have need of such a verse, We see it, we see it, how now lambs? Cressida I love thee in so strained a purity, That the blessed Gods as angry with my fancy: More bright in zeal then the devotion, which Cold lips blow to their dieties, take thee from me. Have the God's envy? ay, I, I, I, 'tis to plain a case.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1813–1863 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 50 in this edition
Length
501 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.762 (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)
Pray thee get thee in: would thou hadst nere been boe, I knew thou wouldest be his death. O poore Gentleman, a plague vpon Atnor. Good vnckle; I beseech you on my knees, whats the matter? Thou must be gone wench, thou must be gone: thou art chang'd for Anthenor. Thou mut to thy father and bee gone from roylus, twill be his death, twill bee his bane, hee cannot beare it. O you immortall Gods, I will not go. Thou must. I will not Vncle. I haue forgot my father, I know no ouch of consanguinitie, No kinne, no lou, no bloud, o soule so neere me As the seete Troylus. O you gods diuine, Make Cresseids name the very crowne of falsehood, If euer she leaue Troyl. Time, force and death, Do to this body what extreames you can: But the strong base, and building of my loue, Is as the very center of the earth, Drawing all things to it. Ile go in and weepe. Do, do. Teae my bright haire, & scratch my praised cheekes, Crack my cleare voyce with sobs, and breake my heart, With sounding Troylu: I will not go from Troy. It is great morning, and the houe prefixt, For her deliuery to this valiant Greeke, Comes fast vpon: good my brother Troylu Tell you the Lady what she is to doe, And hast her to the purpose. Walke into her house, Ile bing her to the Grecian presently: And to his hand when I deliuer her, Thinke it an altar, and thy brother Troylus A priest there offring o it his owne heart. I know what tis to loue, And would, as I shall pitty I could helpe: Please you walke in my Lords? Be moderate, be moderate. Why tell you me of moderation? The greife i fine, full, perfect that I tast And violenteth in a sence as strong As that which causeth it, how can I moderate it? If I could temporize with my affections, Or brew it to a weake and coulder palat, The like alayment could I giue my griefe: My loue admittes no qualifiing drosse, No more my griefe in such a precious losse. Here, here, here he comes, a sweete ducks. Oh Troylus, Troylus. What a paire of spectacles is here, let me embrace too, Oh heart, as the goodly saying is, Oh heart, heauy heart, why sighst thou without breaking: where hee answers againe, because thou canst not ease thy smart by friendshippe nor by speaking: there was neuer a ime. Let vs cast away nothing, for wee may liue to haue need of such a verse, We see it, we see it, how now lambs? Cressid I loue thee in so strain'd a purity, That the blet Gods as angry with my fancy: More bright in zeale then the deuotion, which Cold lippes blow o their diies, take thee from me. Haue the Gods eny? I, I, I, I, tis to plaine a case.