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.
No, no, I am a rascal, a scurvy railing knave, a very filthy rogue. I do believe thee, live. God a mercy, that thou wilt believe me, but a plague break thy neck— for frighting me: what's become of the wenching rogues? I think they have swallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle— yet in a sort lechery eats itself, i'll seek them. Go go, my servant take thou Troylus horse, Present the fair steed to my Lady Cressida, Fellow commend my service to her beauty: Tell her I have chastised the amorous Trojan, And am her knight by proof. I go my Lord. Renew, renew, the fierce Polidamas, Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon, Hath Doreus prisoner. And stands Colossus-wise waving his beam, Upon the pashed corpses of the Kings: Epistropus and Cedus, Polixines is slain, Amphimacus and Thous deadly hurt, Patroclus ta'en or slain, and Palamedes Sore hurt and bruised, the dreadful Sagittary, Appalls our numbers, hast we Diomedes, To re-enforcement or we perish all. Go bear Patroclus' body to Achilles, And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame, There is a thousand Hectors in the field: Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, And there lacks work, anon he's there a foot And there they fly or die, like scaling skulls, Before the belching Whale, then is he yonder: And there the strawy Greekes ripe for his edge Fall down before him like a mower's swath, Here, there and every where, he leaves and takes. Dextty so ob aying appeute, That what he will he does, and does so much: That proof is called impossibility. Oh courage, courage Princes, great Achilles, Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance, Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood, Together with his mangled Myrmidons That noseless, handless, hacked and chipped come to him. Crying on Hector, Ajax hath lost a friend, And foams at mouth, and he is armed and at it. Roaring for Troilus, who hath done to day, Mad and fantastic execution: Engaging and redeeming of himself With such a careless force, and forceless care, As if that lust in very spite of cunning, bade him win all. Troilus, thou coward Troilus. I there, there? So, so we draw together. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller show thy face, Know what it is to meet Achilles' angry Hector where's Hector I will none but Hector. Troilus thou coward Troilus show thy head. Troilus I say where's Troilus? What wouldst thou. I would correct him. Were I the general thou shouldst have my office, Ere that correction? Troilus I say what Troilus. Oh traitor Diomed, turn thy false face thou traitor, And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse. Ha art thou there? I'll fight with him alone stand Diomed. He is my prize, I will not look upon. Come both you cogging Greekes have at you both. Yea Troilus, O well fought my youngest brother. Now do I see thee ha, have at thee Hector. Pause if thou wilt.
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Position
nodes 2666–2732 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 48 of 50 in this edition
Length
506 words · 748 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermathcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.816 (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)
No, no, I am a rascall, a scuruy rayling knaue, a very filthy roague. I do beleue thee, liue. God a mercy, that thou wilt beleeue me, but a plague breake thy neck—for frighting me: whats become of the wenching roagues? I thinke they haue swallowed one another. I would laugh at that miracle—yet in a sort lechery eates it selfe, ile seeke them. Goe go, my seruant take thou Troylus horse, Present the faire steed to my Lady Cressid, Fellow commend my seruice to her beauty: Tell her I haue chastis'd the amorous Troyan, And am her knight by proofe. I goe my Lord. Renew, renew, the fierce Polidamas, Hath beate downe Menon: bastard Margarelo, Hath Doreus prisoner. And stands Colossus wise wauing his beame, Vpon the pashed corses of the Kings: Epistropus and Cedus, Polixines is slaine, Aphimacus and Thous deadly hurt, Patroclus tane or slaine, and Palamedes Sore hurt and bruised, the dreadfull Sagittary, Appalls our numbers, hast we Diomed, To re-enforcement or we perish all. Go beare Patroclus body to Achilles, And bid the snail-pac't Aiax arme for shame, There is a thousand Hectors in the field: Now here he fights on Galathe his horse, And there lacks worke, anon he's there a foote And there they flie or die, like sealing sculls, Before the belching Whale, then is he yonder: And there the strawy Greekes ipe for his edge Fall downe before him like a mowers swath, Here, there and cuery where, he leaues and takes. Dextty so ob aying appeute, That what he will he do's, and do's so much: That proofe is call'd impossibility. Oh courage, courage Princes, great Achilles, Is atming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengcance, Patroclus wounds haue rouz'd his drowzy bloud, Together with his mangled Myrmidons That noselesle, handlesse, hackt and chipt come to him. Crying on Hector, Aiax hath loft a friend, And oames at mouth, and hee is armde and at it. Roaing for Troylus, who hath done to day, Madde and fantastique execution: Engaging and redeeming of himselfe With such a carelesse force, and forcelesse care, As if that lust in very spiht of cunning, bad him win all. Troylus, thou coward Troylus. I there, there? So, so we draw together. Where is this Hector? Come, come, thou boy-queller shew thy face, Know what it is to meete Achilles angry Hector wher's Hector I will none but Hector. Troylus thou coward Troylus shew thy head. Troylus I say wher's Troylus? What wouldst thou. I wold correct him. Were I the generall thou shouldst haue my office, Ere that correction? Troylus I say what Troylus. Oh traytor Domed, turne thy false face thou traytor, And pay thy life thou owet me for my horse. Ha art thou there? Ile fight with him alone stand Diomed. He is my prize, I will not looke vpon. Come both you cogging Greekes haue at you both. Yea Troylus, O well fought my yongest brother. Now do I see thee ha, haue at thee Hector. Pause if thou wit.