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Catiline His Conspiracy · chunk 25 of 57

Jonson, Ben · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men
T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.85 · 492 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.

ay, that Troubles me somewhat, and is worth my fear; He is a man, against whom I must provide, That (as he'll do no good) he do no harm; He, though he be not of the plot, will like it, And wish it should proceed; for, unto men, priest with their wants, all change is ever welcome. I must with offices, and patience win him; Make him, by art, that which he is not borne, A friend unto the public; and bestow The Province on him; which is by the Senate Decreed to me: That benefit will bind him. 'tis well, if some men will do well, for price; So few are virtuous, when the reward's away: Nor must I be unmindful of my private; For which I have called my Brother, and the Tribunes, My Kinsfolk, and my Clients to be near me; He that stands up against Traitors, and their ends, Shall need a double guard, of law, and friends: Especially, in such an envious State, That sooner will accuse the Magistrate, Then the Delinquent; and will rather grieve The Treason is not acted, then believe. THe night grows on; and you are for your meeting: I'll therefore end in few. Be resolute, And put your enterprise in act: The more Actions of depth, and danger are considered, The less assuredly they are performed. And thence it happeneth, that the bravest plots (Not executed strait) have been discovered. Say, you are constant, or another, a third, Or more; there may be yet one wretched spirit, With whom the fear of punishment shall work 'bove all the thoughts of honour, and revenge. You are not, now, to think what's best to do, As in beginnings; but, what must be done, Being thus entered: and slip no advantage That may secure you. Let 'em call it mischief; When it is past, and prospered, 't will be virtue. theyare petty crimes are punished, great rewarded. Nor must you think of peril; since," Attempts, Begun with danger, still do end with glory: And, when need spurs, despair will be called wisdom. Less ought the care of men, or fame to fright you; For they, that win, do seldom receive shame Of victory: how ere it be achieved; And vengeance, lest. For who, besieged with wants, Would stop at death, or any thing beyond it? Come, there was never any great thing thing, yet, Aspired, but by violence, or fraud: And he that sticks (for folly of a conscience) To reach it—. Is a good religious fool. A superstitious slave, and will die beast. Good night. You know what Crassus thinks, and I, By this: Prepare you wings, as large as sails, To cut through air, and leave no print behind you. A Serpent, ere he comes to be a Dragon, Does eat a Bat: and so must you a Consul, That watches. What you do, do quickly Sergius. You shall not stir for me.
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PlayCatiline His Conspiracy
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1611
First performance / composition (Annals)1611
First performance (BritDrama)1611
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 690 · TCP A04640 · DEEP 570
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1708–1768 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 57 in this edition
Length492 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil war cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.848 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T1 · seed 44: T2 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I, that Troubles me somewhat, and is worth my feare; He is a man, 'gainst whom I must prouide, That (as hee'll doe no good) he doe no harme; He, though he be not of the plot, will like it, And wish it should proceede; for, vnto men, Prest with their wants, all change is euer welcome. I must with offices, and patience winne him; Make him, by art, that which he is not borne, A friend vnto the publique; and bestow The Prouince on him; which is by the Senate Decreed to me: That benefit will bind him. Tis well, if some men will doe well, for price; " So few are vertuous, when the reward's away: Nor must I be vnmindfull of my priuate; For which I haue call'd my Brother, and the Tribunes, My Kins-folke, and my Clients to be neare me; " He that stands vp 'gainst Traitors, and their ends, " Shall neede a double guard, of law, and friends: " Especially, in such an enuious State, " That sooner will accuse the Magistrate, " Then the Delinquent; and will rather grieue " The Treason is not acted, then beleeue. THe night growes on; and you are for your meeting: Ile therefore end in few. Be resolute, And put your enterprise in act: The more " Actions of depth, and danger are consider'd, " The lesse assuredly they are perform'd. And thence it hapneth, that the brauest plots (Not executed straight) haue beene discouer'd. Say, you are constant, or another, a third, Or more; there may be yet one wretched spirit, With whom the feare of punishment shall worke 'Boue all the thoughts of honor, and reuenge. You are not, now, to thinke what's best to doe, As in beginnings; but, what must be done, Being thus entred: and slip no aduantage That may secure you. Let 'hem call it mischiefe; " When it is past, and prosper'd, 't will be vertue. " Th'are petty crimes are punish'd, great rewarded. Nor must you thinke of perill; since, " Attempts, Begunne with danger, still doe end with glory: " And, when neede spurres, despaire will be call'd wisdome. Lesse ought the care of men, or fame to fright you; " For they, that winne, do seldome receiue shame " Of victory: how ere it be atchiu'd; And vengeance, least. For who, besieg'd with wants, Would stop at death, or any thing beyond it? Come, there was neuer any great thing thing, yet, Aspired, but by violence, or fraud: And he that stickes (for folly of a conscience) To reach it—. Is a good religious foole. A superstitious slaue, and will die beast. Good night. You know what Crassus thinks, and I, By this: Prepare you wings, as large as sayles, To cut through ayre, and leaue no print behind you. A Serpent, ere he comes to be a Dragon, Do's eate a Bat: and so must you a Consul, That watches. What you doe, doe quickly Sergius. You shall not stir for mee.