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 0.83 · 492 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.
Not Neptolymus so mirable, On whose bright crest, fame with her loud'st (O yes) Cries, this is he, could promise to himself, A thought of added honour, torn from Hector. There is expectance here from both the sides, What further you will do. we'll answer it, The issue is embracement, Ajax farewell. If I might in entreaties find success, As seld I have the chance, I would desire, My famous cousin to our Grecian tents. 'tis Agamemnon's wish, and great Achilles Doth long to see unarmed the valiant Hector. Aeneas call my brother Troilus to me. And signify this loving interview To the expectors of our Trojan part, Desire them home. Give me thy hand my Cozen. I will go eat with thee, and see your Knights Great Agamemnon comes to meet us here. The worthiest of them, tell me name by name: But for Achilles my own searching eyes, Shall find him by his large and portly size. Worthy all arms as welcome as to one, That would be rid of such an enemy. From heart of very heart, great Hector welcome. I thank thee most imperious Agamemnon. My well-famed Lord of Troy, no less to you. Let me confirm my princely brother's greeting: You brace of warlike brothers: welcome hither. Who must we answer? The noble Menelaus. O you my Lord, by Mars his gauntlet thanks, (Mock not thy affect, the untraded earth) Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove, she's well, but bade me not commend her to you. Name her not now sir, she's a deadly theme. O pardon, I offend. I have thou gallant Trojan seen thee oft, Labouring for destiny, make cruel way, Through ranks of Greekish youth, and I have seen thee As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed, Despising many forfeits and subduements, When thou hast hung th'advanced sword ith'ayre, Not letting it decline on the declined, That I have said to some my standers by, Lo Iupiter is yonder dealing life. And I have seen thee pause, and take thy breath, When that a ring of Greekes have shrupd thee in, Like an Olympian wrestling. This have I seen, But this thy countenance still locked in steel, I never saw till now: I knew thy grandsire, And once fought with him, he was a soldier good, But by great Mars the Captain of us all, Never like thee: O let an old man embrace thee, And worthy warrior welcome to our tents. 'tis the old Nestor. Let me embrace thee good old Chronide, That hast so long walked hand in hand with time, Most reverend Nestor, I am glad to clasp thee. I would my arms could match thee in contention. I would they could. Ha? by this white beard I'd fight with thee to morrow. Well, welcome, welcome, I have seen the time. I wonder now how yonder City stands, When we have here her base and pillar by us?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2133–2197 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 39 of 50 in this edition
Length
492 words · 682 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.831 (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)
Not Neoptslymus so mirable, On whose bright crest, fame with her lowdst (O yes) Cries, this is he, could promise to himselfe, A thought of added honor, torne from Hector. There is expectance heere from both the sides, What further you will do. Weele answer it, The issue is embracement, Aiax farewell. If I might in entreaties finde successe, As seld I haue the chance, I would desire, My famous cosin to our Grecian tents. Tis Agamemnous wish, and great Achilles Doth long to see vnarm'd the valiant Hector. Aeneas call my brother Troylus to me. And signifie this louing enterview To the expectors of our Troyan part, Desire them home. Giue me thy hand my Cozen. I will go eate with thee, and see your Knights Great Agamemnon comes to meete vs heere. The worthiest of them, tell me name by name: But for Achilles my owne searching eyes, Shall finde him by his large and portly size. Worthy all armes as welcome as to one, That would be rid of such an enemy. From heart of very heart, great Hctor welcome. I thanke thee most imperious Agamemno. My well-fam'd Lord of Troy, no lesse to you. Let me confirme my princely brothers greeting: You brace of warlike brothers: welcome hether. Who must we answer? The noble Menelaus. O you my Lord, by Mars his gauntlet thankes, (Mock not thy affect, the vntraded earth) Your quandrm wife sweares still by Venus gloue, Shees well, but bad me not commend her to you. Name her not now sir, shee's a deadly theame. O pardon, I offend. I haue thou gallant Troyan seene thee oft, Laboring for destiny, make cruell way, Through rankes of Greekish youth, and I haue seene thee As hot as Perseus, spurre thy Phrigian steed, Despising many forfaits and subduments, When thou hast hung th'aduanced sword ith'ayre, Not letting it decline on the declined, That I haue said to some my standers by, Loe Iupiter is yonder dealing life. And I haue seene thee pause, and take thy breath, When that a ring of Greekes haue shrupd thee in, Like an Olympian wrastling. This haue I seene, But this thy countenance still lockt in steele, I neuer saw till now: I knew thy grand-fire, And once fought with him, he was a soldier good, But by great Mars the Captaine of vs all, Neuer like thee: O let an old man embrace thee, And worthy warriour welcome to our tents. Tis the old Nestr. Let me embrace thee good old Chronide, That hast so long walkt hand in hand with time, Most reuerend Nestr, I am glad to claspe thee. I would my armes could match thee in contention. I would they could. Ha? by this white beard Ide fight with thee to morrow. Well, welcome, welcome, I haue eene the time. I wonder now how yonder Citty stands, When we haue here her base and piller by vs?