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 0.82 · 506 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.
First all you Peers of Greece, go to my tent, There in the full convive we: afterwards As Hector's leisure, and your bounties shall Concur together, severally entreat him To taste your bounties, let the trumpets blow, That this great soldier may his welcome know. My Lord Ulysses, tell me I beseech you, In what place of the field doth Calcas keep. At Menelaus' tent, most princely Troilus: There Diomedes doth feast with him to night, Who neither looks upon the heaven nor earth, But gives all gaze, and bend of amorous view, On the fair Cresseid. Shall I sweet Lord be bound to you so much, After we part from Agamemnon's tent, To bring me thither. You shall command me sir. But gentle tell me of what honour was This Cressida in Troy? had she no lover there That wails her absence? O sir to such as boasting show their scars, A mock is due; will you walk on my Lord, She was beloved my Lord, she is, and doth, But still sweet love is food for fortune's tooth. I'll heat his blood with greekish wine to night, Which with my scimitar i'll cool to morrow, Patroclus let us feast him to the height Here comes Thersites. How now thou cur of envy. Thou crusty batch of nature what's the news? Why thou picture of what thou seemest, and Idol, Of idiot worshippers, here's a letter for thee. From whence fragment. Why thou full dish of fool from Troy, Who keeps the tent now. The Surgeon's box or the pacients wound. Well said adversity, and what needs this tricks, Prithee be silent box I profit not by thy talk, Thou art said to be Achilles' male varlet, Male varlet you rogue what's that. Why his masculine whore, now the rotten diseases of the south, the guts gripping ruptures: loads a gravel in the back, lethergies, could palsies, raw eyes, durtrottē livers, whissing lungs, bladders full of impostume, Sciaticas lime. kills i'th' palm, incurable bone-ache, and the riveled fee simple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous discoveries. Why thou damnable box of envy thou what means thou to curse thus. do I curse thee. Why no you ruinous but, you whoreson indistinguishable cur, no. No why art thou then exasperate, thou idle immaterial skein of sleive silk, thou green sacenet clap for a sore eye, thou tossell of a prodigal's purse— thou ah how the poor world is pestered with such water flies, diminitives of nature. Out gall. Finch egg. My sweet Patroclus I am thwarted quite, From my great purpose into morrows battle, Here is a letter from Queen Hecuba; A token from her daughter my fair love Both taxing me, and gauging me to keep: An oath that I have sworn: I will not break it, Fall Greekes, fail fame, honour or go or stay, My mayor vow lies here; this i'll obey, Come, come, Thersites help to trim my tent? This night in banqueting must all be spent, away Patroclus.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2260–2316 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 41 of 50 in this edition
Length
506 words · 726 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.815 (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)
First all you Peeres of Greece, go to my ent, There in the full conuiue we: afterwards As Hectors leisure, and your bounties shall Concurre together, seuerally entreate him To taste your bounties, let the trumpets blowe, That this great souldier may his welcome know. My Lord Vlisses, tell me I beseech you, In what place of the field doth Calcas keepe. At Menelaus tent, most princely Troylus: There Diomed doth feast with him to night, Who neither lookes vpon the heauen nor earth, But giues all gaze, and bent of amorous view, On the faire Cresseid. Shall I sweete Lord be bound to you so much, After we part from tent, To bring me theth. You shall command me sir. But gentle tell me of what honor was This Cressids in Troy? had she no louer there That wailes her absence? O sir to such as bosting shew their skarres, A mocke is due; will you walke on my Lord, Shee was beloued my Lord, she is, and doth, But still sweet loue is food for fortunes tooth. Ile heate his blood with greekish wine to night, Which with my Cemitar ile cool to morrow, Patroclus let vs feast him to the hight Here comes Thersites. How now thou curre of enuy. Thou cruly batch of nature whats the news? Why thou picture of what thou seemest, and Idoll, Of idiot wrshippes▪ heers a letter for thee. From whence fragment. Why thou full dish of foole from Troy, Who keeps the tent now. The Surgeons box or the pacients wound. Well said aduersity, and what needs this tricks, Prithee be silent box I profit not by thy talke, Thou art said to be Achilles male varlot, Male varlot you rogue whats that. Why his masculine whore, now the ro'ten disases of the south, the guts griping ruptures: loades a grauell in the back, lethergies, could palsies, rawe eies, durtrott liuers, whissing lungs, bladders full of impostume, Sciaticaes lime. kills ith' palme, incurable bone-ach, and the riueled ee simple of the tetter, take and take againe such preposterous discoueries. Why thou damnable box of enuy thou what meanes thou to curse thus. do I curse thee. Why no you ruinous but, you horson indistinguishable cur, no. No why art thou then exasperate, thou idle immaterial skein of sleiue silke, thou greene sacenet lap for a sore eye, thou toslell of a prodigalls purse-thou ah how the poore world is pestred with such water flies, diminitiues of nature. Out gall. Finch egge. My sweet Patroclus I am thwarted quite, From my great purpose into morrowes battell, Here is a letter from Queene ▪ A token from her daughter my faire loue Both taxing me, and gaging me to keepe: An oth that I haue sworne: I will not breake it, Fall Greekes, fayle fame, honour or go or stay, My maior vow lies hre; this ile obay, Come, come, Thersites help to trim my tent? This night in banquetting must al be spent, away Patroclus.