Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1603] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma typicality 0.79 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
No yonder'tis, there where we see the light. I trouble you. No, not a whit. here comes himself to guide you? Welcome brave Hector, welcome Princes all. So now fair Prince of Troy, I bid goodnight, Aiax commands the guard to tend on you. Thanks, and goodnight to the Greeks general. Good-night my Lord. Good-night sweet Lord Menelaus. Sweet draught: sweet quotha? sweet sink, sweet sure. Good-night and welcome, both at once, to those that go, or tarry. Good-night. Old Nestor tarries, and you too Diomedes, Keep Hector company an hour, or two. I cannot Lord, I have important business, The tide whereof is now, good-night great Hector. Give me your hand. Fellow his Torch, he goes to Chalcas Tent, I'll keep you company. Sweet sir, you honour me. And so good night. Come, come, enter my Tent. That same Diomed's a falsehearted Rogue, a most unjust Knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a Serpent when he hisses: he will spend his mouth & promise, like Brabler the Hound; but when he performs, Astronomers foretell it, that it is prodigious, there will come some change; the Sun borrows of the Moon when Diomedes keeps his word. I will rather leave to see Hector, than not to dog him: they say, he keeps a Trojan Drab, and uses the Traitor Chalcas his Tent. I'll after— Nothing but Lechery? All incontinent Varlets. What are you up here ho? speak? Who calls? Diomedes, Chalcas (I think) where's you Daughter? She comes to you. Stand where the Torch may not discover us. Cressida comes forth to him. How now my charge? Now my sweet guardian: hark a word with you. Yea, so familiar? She will sing any man at first sight. And any man may find her, if he can take her life: she's noted. Will you remember? Remember? yes. Nay, but do then; and let your mind be coupled with your words. What should she remember? List? Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly. Roguery. Nay then. I'll tell you what. Foyes, foe, come tell a pin, you are a forsworn.— In faith I cannot: what would you have me do? A juggling trick, to be secretly open. What did you swear you would bestow on me? I prithee do not hold me to mine oath, Bid me do not any thing but that sweet Greek. Good night. Hold, patience. How now Trojan? Diomed. No, no, good night: I'll be your fool no more. Thy better must. Hark one word in your ear. O plague and madness! You are moved Prince, let us departed I pray you, Lest your displeasure should enlarge itself To wrathful terms: this place is dangerous; The time right deadly: I beseech you go. Behold, I pray you. Nay, good my Lord go off: You flow to great distraction; come my Lord?
seed 43: T12 · seed 44: T11 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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No yonder'tis, there where we ſee the light. I trouble you. No, not a whit. Heere comes himſelfe to guide you? Welcome braue Hector, welcome Princes all. So now faire Prince of Troy, I bid goodnight, Aiax commands the guard to tend on you. Thanks, and goodnight to the Greeks general. Goodnight my Lord. Goodnight ſweet Lord Menelaus. Sweet draught: ſweet quoth-a? ſweet ſinke, ſweet ſure. Goodnight and welcom, both at once, to thoſe that go, or tarry. Goodnight. Old Neſtor tarries, and you too Diomed, Keepe Hector company an houre, or two. I cannot Lord, I haue important buſineſſe, The tide whereof is now, goodnight great Hector. Giue me your hand. Follow his Torch, he goes to Chalcas Tent, Ile keepe you company. Sweet ſir, you honour me. And ſo good night. Come, come, enter my Tent. That ſame Diomed's a falſe-hearted Rogue, a moſt vniuſt Knaue; I will no more truſt him when hee leeres, then I will a Serpent when he hiſſes: he will ſpend his mouth & promiſe, like Brabler the Hound; but when he performes, Aſtronomers foretell it, that it is prodigious, there will come ſome change; the Sunne borrowes of the Moone when Diomed keepes his word. I will rather leaue to ſee Hector, then not to dogge him: they ſay, he keepes a Troyan Drab, and vſes the Traitour Chalcas his Tent. Ile after—Nothing but Letcherie? All incontinent Varlets. What are you vp here ho? ſpeake? Who cals? Diomed, Chalcas (I thinke) wher's you Daughter? She comes to you. Stand where the Torch may not diſcouer vs. Creſsid comes forth to him. How now my charge? Now my ſweet gardian: harke a word with you. Yea, ſo familiar? She will ſing any man at firſt ſight. And any man may finde her, if he can take her life: ſhe's noted. Will you remember? Remember? yes. Nay, but doe then; and let your minde be coupled with your words. What ſhould ſhe remember? Liſt? Sweete hony Greek, tempt me no more to folly. Roguery. Nay then. Ile tell you what. Fo, fo, come tell a pin, you are a forſworne.— In faith I cannot: what would you haue me do? A iugling tricke, to be ſecretly open. What did you ſweare you would beſtow on me? I prethee do not hold me to mine oath, Bid me doe not any thing but that ſweete Greeke. Good night. Hold, patience. How now Troian? Diomed. No, no, good night: Ile be your foole no more. Thy better muſt. Harke one word in your eare. O plague and madneſſe! You are moued Prince, let vs depart I pray you, Leſt your diſpleaſure ſhould enlarge it ſelfe To wrathfull tearmes: this place is dangerous; The time right deadly: I beſeech you goe. Behold, I pray you. Nay, good my Lord goe off: You flow to great diſtraction; come my Lord?