Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.80 · 536 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.
The dangers, the repulses, judgements, wants: Which how long will you bear, most valiant spirits? Were we not better to fall, once, with virtue, Then draw a wretched, and dishonoured breath, To lose with shame, when these men's pride will laugh? I call the faith of gods, and men to question, The power is in our hands; our bodies able; Our minds as strong; o'th' contrary, in them, All things grown aged, with their wealth, and years: There wants, but only to begin the business, The issue is certain. On, let us go on. Go on, brave SERGIUS. It doth strike my soul, (And, who can scape the stroke, that hath a soul, Or, but the smallest air of man within him? To see them swell with treasure; which they power Out i' their riots, eating, drinking, building, ay, i' the sea! planing of hills with valleys; And raising valleys above hills! whilst we Have not, to give our bodies necessaries. They ha' their change of houses, manors, lordships; We scarce a fire, or poor household Lar! They buy rare Attic statues, Tyrian hangings, Ephesian pictures, and Corinthian plate, attalic garments, and now, newfound gems, Since POMPEY went for Asia, which they purchase At price of provinces! The river Phasis Cannot afford 'em fowl; nor Lucrine lake Oysters enough: Circei, too, is searched To please the witty gluttony of a meal! Their ancient habitations they neglect, And set up new; then, if the echo like not In such a room, they pluck down those, build newer, Alter them too: and, by all frantic ways, Vex their wild wealth, as they molest the people, From whom they force it! yet, they cannot tame, Or overcome their riches! Not, by making Baths, orchards, fishpools! letting in of seas Here! and, than there, forcing 'em out again, With mountainous heaps, for which the earth hath lost Most of her ribs, as entrails! being now Wounded no less for marble, then for gold. We, all this while, like calm, benumbed Spectators, Sit, till our seats do crack; and do not hear The thundering ruins: whilst, at home, our wants, Abroad, our debts do urge us; our states daily Bending to bad, our hopes to worse: and, what Is left, but to be crushed? Wake, wake brave friends, And meet the liberty you oft have wished for. Behold, renown, riches, and glory court you. Fortune holds out these to you, as rewards. methinks (though I were dumb) th'affair itself The opportunity, your needs, and dangers, With the brave spoil the war brings, should invite you. Use me your general, or soldier: neither, My mind, nor body shall be wanting to you. And, being Consul, I not doubt t'effect, All that you wish, if trust not flatter me, And you'd not rather still be slaves, then free. Free, free. 'Tis freedom. Freedom we all stand for. Why, these are noble voices! Nothing wants then, But that we take a solemn sacrament, To strengthen our design. And so to act it. Differing hurts, where powers are so prepared. Yet, ere we enter into open act, (With favour) 'twere no loss, if 't might be inquired, What the condition of these arms would be?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 215–285 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 37 in this edition
Length
536 words · 767 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.802 (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)
The dangers, the repulses, iudgements, wants: Which how long will you beare, most valiant spirits? Were we not better to fall, once, with vertue, Then draw a wretched, and dishonor'd breath, To loose with shame, when these mens pride will laugh? I call the faith of gods, and men to question, The power is in our hands; our bodies able; Our mindes as strong; o'th' contrary, in them, All things growne aged, with their wealth, and yeeres: There wants, but onely to beginne the businesse, The issue is certaine. On, let vs goe on. Goe on, braue SERGIVS. It doth strike my soule, (And, who can scape the stroke, that hath a soule, Or, but the smallest aire of man within him? To see them swell with treasure; which they powre Out i' their riots, eating, drinking, building, I, i' the sea! planing of hills with valleyes; And raysing vallies aboue hills! whilst we Haue not, to giue our bodies necessaries. They ha' their change of houses, mannors, lordships; We scarce a fire, or poore houshold Lar! They buy rare Atticke statues, Tyrian hangings, Ephesian pictures, and Corinthian plate, Attalicke garments, and now, new-found gemmes, Since POMPEY went for Asia, which they purchase At price of prouinces! The riuer Phasis Cannot affoord 'hem fowle; nor Lucrine lake Oysters enow: Circei, too, is search'd To please the witty gluttony of a meale! Their ancient habitations they neglect, And set vp new; then, if the eccho like not In such a roome, they pluck downe those, build newer, Alter them too: and, by all frantick wayes, Vexe their wild wealth, as they molest the people, From whom they force it! yet, they cannot tame, Or ouer-come their riches! Not, by making Bathes, orchards, fish-pooles! letting in of seas Here! and, then there, forcing 'hem out againe, With mountaynous heaps, for which the earth hath lost Most of her ribs, as entrailes! being now Wounded no lesse for marble, then for gold. We, all this while, like calme, benum'd Spectators, Sit, till our seates doe cracke; and doe not heare The thundring ruines: whilst, at home, our wants, Abroad, our debts doe vrge vs; our states daily Bending to bad, our hopes to worse: and, what Is left, but to be crush'd? Wake, wake braue friends, And meet the libertie you oft haue wish'd for. Behold, renowne, riches, and glory court you. Fortune holds out these to you, as rewards. Me thinkes (though I were dumbe) th'affaire it selfe The opportunity, your needs, and dangers, With the braue spoile the warre brings, should inuite you. Vse me your generall, or souldier: neither, My minde, nor body shall be wanting to you. And, being Consul, I not doubt t'effect, All that you wish, if trust not flatter me, And you'd not rather still be slaues, then free. Free, free. 'Tis freedom. Freedom we all stand for. Why, these are noble voyces! Nothing wants then, But that we take a solemne sacrament, To strengthen our designe. And so to act it. Differring hurts, where powers are so prepar'd. Yet, ere we enter into open act, (With fauour) 'twere no losse, if 't might be enquir'd, What the condition of these armes would be?