Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Catiline His Conspiracy · chunk 53 of 57

Jonson, Ben · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men
T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.83 · 501 words

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

We shall not want provision, nor supplies. The Colonies, and free Towns will lie open. Where, if we yield to fear, expect no place, Nor friend, to shelter those, whom their own Fortune, And ill used Arms have left without protection. You might have lived in servitude, or exile, Or safe at Rome, depending on the great ones; But that you thought those things unfit for men. And, in that thought, you then were valiant. For no man ever yet changed peace for war, But he, that meant to conquer. Hold that purpose. There's more necessity, you should be such, In fight for yourselves, than they for others. he's base, that trusts his feet, whose hands are armed. Me thinks, I see Death, and the Furies, waiting What we will do; and all the Heauen' at leisure For the great Spectacle. Draw, then, your swords: And, if our destiny envy our virtue The honour of the day, yet let us care To fell ourselves, at such a price, as may Undo the world to buy us: and make Fate, While she tempts ours, fear her own estate. What means this hasty calling of the Senate? We shall know strait. Wait, till the Consul speaks. Father's Conscript, bethink you of your safeties, And what to do, with these Conspirators; Some of their Clients, their Freed men, and Slaves Gin to make head: There is one of Lentulus' Bawds Runs up and down the shops, through every street, With money to corrupt, the poor artificers, And needy tradesmen, to their aid. Cethegus Hath sent, too, to his servants; who are many, Chosen, and exercised in bold attempt, That forthwith they should arm themselves, and prove His rescue: All will be in instant uproar, If you prevent it not, with present counsels. We have done what we can, to meet the fury, And will do more. Be you good to yourselves. What is your pleasure, Fathers, shall be done? Syllanus, you are Consul next designed. Your sentence, of these men. 'Tis short, and this. Since they have sought to blot the name of Rome, Out of the world; and raze this glorious Empire With her own hands, and arms, turned on herself: I think it fit they die. And, could my breath Now execute 'em, they should not enjoy An article of time, or eye of light, Longer, to poison this our common air. I think so too. And I. And I. And I. Your sentence, Caius Caesar. Conscript Fathers, In great affairs, and doubtful, it behooves Men, that are asked their sentence, to be free From either hate, or love, anger, or pity: For, where the least of these do hinder, there The mind not easily discerns the truth. I speak this to you, in the name of Rome, For whom you stand; and to the present cause: That this foul fact of Lentulus, and the rest, Weigh not more with you, than your dignity; And you be more indulgent to your passion,
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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 3652–3716 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 53 of 57 in this edition
Length501 words · 681 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil war cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.831 (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)
We shall not want prouision, nor supplies. The Colonies, and free Townes will lie open. Where, if we yeeld to feare, expect no place, Nor friend, to shelter those, whom their owne Fortune, And ill vs'd Armes haue left without protection. You might haue liu'd in seruitude, or exile, Or safe at Rome, depending on the great ones; But that you thought those thinges vnfit for men. And, in that thought, you then were valiant. For no man euer yet chang'd peace for warre, But he, that meant to conquer. Hold that purpose. There's more necessity, you should be such, In fighting for your selues, then they for others. " Hee's base, that trusts his feete, whose hands are arm'd. Me thinks, I see Death, and the Furies, waiting What we will doe; and all the Heauen 'at leysure For the great Spectacle. Draw, then, your swords: And, if our desteny enuy our vertue The honor of the day, yet let vs care To fell our selues, at such a price, as may Vndoe the world to buy vs: and make Fate, While shee tempts ours, feare her owne estate. What meanes this hasty calling of the Senate? We shall know straight. Waite, till the Consul speakes. Fathers Conscript, bethinke you of your safeties, And what to doe, with these Conspirators; Some of their Clients, their Free'd men, and Slaues 'Ginne to make head: There is one of Lentulus Bauds Runnes vp and downe the shops, through euery street, With money to corrupt, the poore artificers, And needy tradesmen, to their aide. Cethegus Hath sent, too, to his seruants; who are many, Chosen, and exercis'd in bold attemptings, That forthwith they should arme themselues, and proue His rescue: All will be in instant vproare, If you preuent it not, with present counsailes. We haue done what we can, to meete the fury, And will doe more. Be you good to your selues. What is your pleasure, Fathers, shall be done? Syllanus, you are Consul next design'd. Your sentence, of these men. 'Tis short, and this. Since they haue sought to blot the name of Rome, Out of the world; and raze this glorious Empire With her owne hands, and armes, turn'd on her selfe: I thinke it fit they die. And, could my breath Now execute 'hem, they should not enioy An article of time, or eye of light, Longer, to poyson this our common aire. I thinke so too. And I. And I. And I. Your sentence, Caius Caesar. Conscript Fathers, In great affaires, and doubtfull, it behooues Men, that are ask'd their sentence, to be free From either hate, or loue, anger, or pitty: For, where the least of these doe hinder, there The minde not easily discernes the truth. I speake this to you, in the name of Rome, For whom you stand; and to the present cause: That this foule fact of Lentulus, and the rest, Weigh not more with you, then your dignity; And you be more indulgent to your passion,