Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Catiline His Conspiracy · chunk 10 of 37

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men
T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.81 · 467 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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

Most noble Consul! Let us wait him home. Most popular Consul he is grown, methinks! How the rout cling to him! And CATO leads 'em! You, his colleague, ANTONIUS, are not looked on. Not I, nor do I care. He enjoys rest, And ease, the while. Let th'other's spirit toil, And wake it out, that was inspired for turmoil. If all reports be true, yet, CAIUS CAESAR, The time hath need of such a watch, and spirit. Reports? Do you believe 'em CATULUS, Why, he does make, and breed 'em for the people; T'endear his service to 'em. Do you not taste An art, that is so common? Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell 'em; To make their arts seem something. Would you have Such an HERCULEAN actor in the scene, And not his HYDRA? They must sweat no less To fit their properties, then t'express their parts. Treasons, and guilty men are made in states Too oft, to dignify the magistrates. Those states be wretched, that are forced to buy Their rulers fame, with their own infamy. We therefore, should provide that ours do not. That will ANTONIUS make his care. I shall. And watch the watcher. Here comes CATILINE. How does he brook his late repulse? I know not. But hardly sure. LONGINUS, too, did stand? At first: but he gave way unto his friend. Who's that come? LENTULUS? Yes. He is again Taken into the Senate. And made Praetor. I know't. He had my suffrage, next the Consuls; True, you were there, Prince of the Senate, then. Hail noblest Romans. The most worthy Consul, I gratulate your honour. I could wish It had been happier, by your fellowship, Most noble SERGIUS, had it pleased the people. It did not please the gods; who'instruct the people: And their unquestioned pleasures must be served. They know what's fitter for us, than ourselves; And 'twere impiety, to think against them. You bear it rightly, LUCIUS; and, it glads me, To find your thoughts so even. I shall still Study to make them such to Rome, and heaven. (I would withdraw with you, a little, JULIUS. I'll come home to you: CRASSUS would not ha' you To speak to him, 'fore QVINTUS CATULUS. I apprehend you.) No, when they shall judge Honours convenient for me, I shall have 'em, With a full hand: I know it. In mean time, They are no less part of the commonwealth, That do obey, than those, that do command. O, let me kiss your forehead, LUCIUS. How are you wronged! By whom? Public report. That gives you out, to stomach your repulse; And brook it deadly. Sir, she brooks not me. Believe me rather, and yourself, now, of me: It is a kind of slander, to trust rumour.
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PlayCatiline His Conspiracy
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1616
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 691 · TCP A04632 · DEEP 5074.16
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 663–732 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 37 in this edition
Length467 words · 693 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil war cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.807 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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)
Most noble Consul! Let vs wait him home. Most popular Consul he is growne, me thinks! How the rout cling to him! And CATO leads 'hem! You, his colleague, ANTONIVS, are not look't on. Not I, nor doe I care. He enioyes rest, And ease, the while. Let th'others spirit toile, And wake it out, that was inspir'd for turmoile. If all reports be true, yet, CAIVS CAESAR, The time hath need of such a watch, and spirit. Reports? Doe you beleeue 'hem CATVLVS, Why, he do's make, and breed'hem for the people; T'endeare his seruice to 'hem. Doe you not tast An art, that is so common? Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell'hem; To make their artes seeme something. Would you haue Such an HERCVLEAN actor in the scene, And not his HYDRA? They must sweat no lesse To fit their properties, then t'expresse their parts. Treasons, and guiltie men are made in states Too oft, to dignifie the magistrates. Those states be wretched, that are forc'd to buy Their rulers fame, with their owne infamy. We therefore, should prouide that ours doe not. That will ANTONIVS make his care. I shall. And watch the watcher. Here comes CATILINE. How do's he brooke his late repulse? I know not. But hardly sure. LONGINVS, too, did stand? At first: but he gaue way vnto his friend. Who's that come? LENTVLVS? Yes. He is againe Taken into the Senate. And made Praetor. I know't. He had my suffrage, next the Consuls; True, you were there, Prince of the Senate, then. HAile noblest Romanes. The most worthy Consul, I gratulate your honor. I could wish It had beene happier, by your fellowship, Most noble SERGIVS, had it pleas'd the people. It did not please the gods; who'instruct the people: And their vnquestion'd pleasures must be seru'd. They know what's fitter for vs, then our selues; And 'twere impietie, to thinke against them. You beare it rightly, LVCIVS; and, it glads me, To find your thoughts so euen. I shall still Studie to make them such to Rome, and heauen. (I would with-draw with you, a little, IVLIVS. Ile come home to you: CRASSVS would not ha' you To speake to him, 'fore QVINTVS CATVLVS. I apprehend you.) No, when they shall iudge Honors conuenient for me, I shall haue 'hem, With a full hand: I know it. In meane time, They are no lesse part of the common-wealth, That doe obey, then those, that doe command. O, let me kisse your fore-head, LVCIVS. How are you wrong'd! By whom? Publike report. That giues you out, to stomack your repulse; And brooke it deadly. Sir, shee brookes not me. Beleeue me rather, and your selfe, now, of me: It is a kinde of slander, to trust rumour.