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 · 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.
I know your favour lord Ulysses well, Ah sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead, Since first I saw selfe and Diomedes, In Illium on your Greekish embassy. Sir I foretold you then what would ensue, My prophecy is but halfe his journey yet, For yonder walls that pertly front your town, You towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, Must kiss their own feet. I must not believe you. There they stand yet, and modestly I think, The fall of every Phrygian stone will cost, A drop of Grecian blood: the end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator Time, will one day end it. So to him we leave it. Most gentle and most valiant Hector, welcome: After the General, I beseech you next To feast with me, and see me at my tent. I shall forestall thee lord Ulysses thou: Now Hector I haue fed mine eyes on thee, (by ioint. I have with exact view perused thee Hector, & quoted joint by joint. Is this Achilles? I am Achilles. Stand fair I pray thee, let me look on thee, Behold thy fill. Nay I have done already. Thou art too brief, I will the second time, As I would buy thee, view thee limb by limb, O like a book of sport thou'lt read me over: But ther's more in me then thou vnderstan dst, Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye. Tell me you heavens, in which part of his body Shall I destroy him: whether there, or there, or there, That I may give the local wound a name, And make distinct the very breach, whereout Hector's great spirit flew: answer me heavens. It would discredit the blessed gods proud man, To answer such a question: stand again, Thinkst thou to catch my life so pleasantly, As to prenominate in nice conjecture, Where thou wilt hit me dead. I tell thee yea. Wert thou an Oracle to tell me so, Ie not beleeue thee▪ Hence-forth gard thee well, For I'll not kill thee there, nor there, nor there, But by the forge that stichied Mars his helm. I'll kill thee every where, yea over and over. You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag, His insolence draws folly from my lips, But i'll endeavour deeds to match these words, Or may I never— Do not chafe thee cozen. And you Achilles, let these threats alone, Till accident or purpose bring you to't, You may have every day enough of Hector, If you have stomach, The general state I fear, Can scarce entreat you to be odd with him. I pray you let us see you in the field, We have had pelting wars since you refused, the Grecians cause. Dost thou entreat me Hector? To morrow do I meet thee fell as death: to night all friends. Thy hand upon that match.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2198–2259 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 50 in this edition
Length
481 words · 645 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)
I know your fauour lord Vlisses well, Ah sir, there's many a Greeke and Troyan dead, Since first I saw your sefe and Diomed, In Illion on your Greekish embassie. Sir I foretold you then what would ensue, My prophecie is but halfe his iourney yet, For yonder walls that pertly front your towne, You towers, whose wanton tops do busse the clouds, Must kisse their owne feete. I must not beleeue you. There they stand yet, and modestly I thinke▪ The fall of euery Phrigian stone will cost, A drop of Gree an bloud: the end crownes all, And that old common arbitrator Time, will one day end it. So to him we leaue it. Most gentle and most vaant Hector, welcome: After the Generall, I beseech you next To feast with me, and see me at my tent. I shall forestall thee lord Vlisses thou: Now Hector I haue fed mine eyes on thee, (by ioint. I haue with exact view perude thee Hector, & quoted ioynt by ioint. Is this Achilles? I am Achilles. Stand faire I pray thee, let me looke on thee, Behold thy fill. Nay I haue done already. Thou art too briefe, I will the second time, As I would buie thee, view thee lim by lim, O like a booke of sport thou'lt read me ore: But ther's more in me then thou vnderstan dst, Why doost thou so oppresse me with thine eye. Tell me you heauens, in which part of his body Shall I destroy him: whether there, or there, or there, Tat I may giue the locall wound a name, And make distinct the very breach, whereout Hectors great spiit flew: answer me heauens. It would discredit the blest gods proud man, To answer such a question: stand againe, Thinkst thou to catch my life so pleasantly, As to prenominate in nice coniecture, Where thou hit me dead. I tell hee yea. Wert thou an Oracle to tell me so, Ie not beleeue thee▪ Hence-forth gard thee well, For Ile not kill thee there, nor there, no there, But by the forge that stichied Mars his helme. Ile kill thee euery where, yea ore and ore. You wisest Grecians, pardon me this brag, His insolence drawes folly from my lips, But ile endeuour deeds to match these words, Or may I neuer— Do not chae thee cozen. And you Achilles, let these threats alone, Till accident or purpose bring you too't, You may haue euery day enough of Hector, If you haue stomack, The generall state I feare, Can scarce entreate you to be odde with him. I pray you let vs see you in the field, We haue had pelting warres since you refusd, the Grecians cause. Doost thou entreate me Hector? To morow do I meet thee fell as death: to night all friends. Thy hand vpon that match.