Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.78 · 518 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I muse they would be tardy, at an hour Of so great purpose. If the gods had called Them, to a purpose, they would just have come With the same tortoise speed! that are thus slow To such an action, which the gods will envy: As asking no less means, than all their powers Conjoined, t'effect. I would have seen Rome burnt, By this time; and her ashes in an urn: The kingdom of the Senate, rent asunder; And the degenerate, talking gown run frighted, Out of the air of Italie. Spirit of men! Thou, heart of our great enterprise! how much I love these voices in thee! O, the days Of SYLLA'S sway, when the free sword took leave To act all that it would! And was familiar With entrails, as our Augurs! sons killed fathers, Brothers their brothers. And had price, and praise. All hate had licence given it: all rage rains. Slaughter bestrid the streets, and stretched himself To seem more huge; whilst to his stained thighs The gore he drew flowed up: and carried down Whole heaps of limbs, and bodies, through his arch. No age was spared, no sex. Nay, no degree. Not infants, in the porch of life were free. The sick, the old, that could but hope a day Longer, by nature's bounty, not let stay. Virgins, and widows, matrons, pregnant wives, All died. 'Twas crime enough, that they had lives. To strike but only those, that could do hurt, Was dull, and poor. Some fell to make the number, As some the prey. The rugged CHARON fainted, And asked a navy, rather than a boat, To ferry over the sad world that came: The maws, and dens of beasts could not receive The bodies, that those souls were frighted from; And e'en the graves were filled with men, yet living, Whose flight, and fear had mixed them, with the dead. And this shall be again, and more, and more, Now LENTULUS, the third CORNELIUS, Is to stand up in Rome. Nay, urge not that Is so uncertain. How! I mean, not cleared. And, therefore, not to be reflected on. The sibyl's leaves uncertain? or the comments Of our grave, deep, divining men not clear? All prophecies, you know, suffer the torture. But this, already, hath confessed, without. And so been weighed, examined, and compared, As 't were malicious ignorance in him, Would faint in the belief. Do you believe it? Do I love LENTULUS? or pray to see it? The Augurs all are constant, I am meant. They'had lost their science else. They count from CINNA. And Sulla next, and so make you the third; All that can say the sun is risen, must think it. Men mark me more, of late, as I come forth! Why, what can they do less? CINNA, and Sulla Are set, and gone: and we must turn our eyes On him that is, and shines. Noble CETHEGUS, But view him with me, here! He looks, already, As if he shook a sceptre, o'er the Senate, And the awed purple dropped their rods, and axes!
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 140–214 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 37 in this edition
Length
518 words · 715 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.777 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 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 muse they would be tardy, at an houre Of so great purpose. If the gods had call'd Them, to a purpose, they would iust haue come With the same tortoyse speed! that are thus slow To such an action, which the gods will enuy: As asking no lesse meanes, then all their powers Conioyn'd, t'effect. I would haue seene Rome burn't, By this time; and her ashes in an vrne: The kingdome of the Senate, rent a-sunder; And the degenerate, talking gowne runne frighted, Out of the aire of Italie. Spirit of men! Thou, heart of our great enterprise! how much I loue these voices in thee! O, the dayes Of SYLLA'S sway, when the free sword tooke leaue To act all that it would! And was familiar With entrailes, as our Augures! Sonnes kild fathers, Brothers their brothers. And had price, and praise. All hate had licence giuen it: all rage raines. Slaughter bestrid the streets, and stretch'd himselfe To seeme more huge; whilst to his stayned thighes The gore he drew flow'd vp: and carryed downe Whole heaps of limmes, and bodies, through his arch. No age was spar'd, no sexe. Nay, no degree. Not infants, in the porch of life were free. The sick, the old, that could but hope a day Longer, by natures bountie, not let stay. Virgins, and widdowes, matrons, pregnant wiues, All dyed. 'Twas crime enough, that they had liues. To strike but onely those, that could doe hurt, Was dull, and poore. Some fell to make the number, As some the prey. The rugged CHARON fainted, And ask'd a nauy, rather then a boate, To ferry ouer the sad world that came: The mawes, and dens of beasts could not receiue The bodies, that those soules were frighted from; And e'en the graues were sild with men, yet liuing, Whose flight, and feare had mix'd them, with the dead. And this shall be againe, and more, and more, Now LENTVLVS, the third CORNELIVS, Is to stand vp in Rome. Nay, vrge not that Is so vncertaine. How! I meane, not clear'd. And, therefore, not to be reflected on. The SYBILL'S leaues vncertayne? or the comments Of our graue, deepe, diuining men not cleare? All prophecies, you know, suffer the torture. But this, already, hath confess'd, without. And so beene weigh'd, examin'd, and compar'd, As 't were malicious ignorance in him, Would faint in the beliefe. Doe you beleeue it? Doe I loue LENTVLVS? or pray to see it? The Augures all are constant, I am meant. They'had lost their science else. They count from CINNA. And SYLLA next, and so make you the third; All that can say the sunne is ris'n, must thinke it. Men marke me more, of late, as I come forth! Why, what can they doe lesse? CINNA, and SYLLA Are set, and gone: and we must turne our eyes On him that is, and shines. Noble CETHEGVS, But view him with me, here! He lookes, already, As if he shooke a scepter, o're the Senate, And the aw'd purple dropt their rods, and axes!