Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.84 · 479 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.
And some small flattery of the Senate more, Will make him to forget. You wrong me, LUCIUS. He will not need these spurs. The action needs 'em. These things, when they proceed not, they go backward. Let us consult then. Let us, first, take arms. They that deny us just things, now, will give All that we ask; if once they see our swords. Our objects must be sought with wounds, not words. IS there a heaven? and gods? and can it be They should so slowly hear, so slowly see! Hath JOVE no thunder? or is JOVE become Stupid as thou art? O near-wretched Rome, When both thy Senate, and thy gods do sleep, And neither thine, nor their own states do keep! What will awake thee, heaven? what can excite Thine anger, if this practice be too light? His former drifts partake of former times, But this last plot was only Catiline's. O, that it were his last. But he, before Hath safely done so much, he'll still dare more. Ambition, like a torrent, ne'er looks back; And is a swelling, and the last affection A high mind can put off: being both a rebel Unto the soul, and reason, and enforceth All laws, all conscience, treads upon religion, And offereth violence to nature's self. But, here, is that transcends it! A black purpose To confound nature: and to ruin that, Which never age, nor mankind can repair! Sit down, good lady; CICERO is lost In this your fable: for, to think it true Tempteth my reason. It so far exceeds All insolent fictions of the tragic scene! The commonwealth, yet panting, underneath The stripes, and wounds of a late civil war, Gasping for life, and scarce restored to hope; To seek t'oppress her, with new cruelty, And utterly extinguish her long name, With so prodigious, and unheard-of fierceness! What sink of monsters, wretches of lost minds, Mad after change, and desp'rate in their states, Wearied, and galled with their necessities, (For all this I allow them) durst have thought it? Would not the barbarous deeds have been believed, Of MARIUS, and Sulla, by our children, Without this fact had rise forth greater, for them? All, that they did, was piety, to this! They, yet, but murdered kinsfolk, brothers, parents, Ravished the virgins, and, perhaps, some matrons; They left the city standing, and the temples: The gods, and majesty of Rome were safe yet! These purpose to fire it, to despoil them, (Beyond the other evils) and lay waste The far-triumphed world: for, unto whom Rome is too little, what can be enough? 'Tis true, my lord, I had the same discourse. And, then, to take a horrid sacrament In human blood, for execution Of this their dire design; which might be called The height of wickedness: but that, that was higher, For which they did it!
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nodes 733–796 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 37 in this edition
Length
479 words · 683 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.844 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And some small flatterie of the Senate more, Will make him to forget. You wrong me, LVCIVS. He will not need these spurres. The action needs'hem. These things, when they proceed not, they goe backward. Let vs consult then. Let vs, first, take armes. They that denie vs iust things, now, will giue All that we aske; if once they see our swords. Our obiects must be sought with wounds, not words. IS there a heauen? and gods? and can it be They should so slowly heare, so slowly see! Hath IOVE no thunder? or is IOVE become Stupide as thou art? Ô neere-wretched Rome, When both thy Senate, and thy gods doe sleepe, And neither thine, nor their owne states doe keepe! What will awake thee, heauen? what can excite Thine anger, if this practice be too light? His former drifts partake of former times, But this last plot was onely CATILINES. O, that it were his last. But he, before Hath safely done so much, hee'll still dare more. Ambition, like a torrent, ne're lookes back; And is a swelling, and the last affection A high minde can put off: being both a rebell Vnto the soule, and reason, and enforceth All lawes, all conscience, treades vpon religion, And offereth violence to natures selfe. But, here, is that transcends it! A black purpose To confound nature: and to ruine that, Which neuer age, nor mankinde can repaire! Sit downe, good lady; CICERO is lost In this your fable: for, to thinke it true Tempteth my reason. It so farre exceedes All insolent fictions of the tragick scene! The common-wealth, yet panting, vnder-neath The stripes, and wounds of a late ciuill warre, Gasping for life, and scarce restor'd to hope; To seeke t'oppresse her, with new crueltie, And vtterly extinguish her long name, With so prodigious, and vnheard-of fiercenesse! What sinke of monsters, wretches of lost minds, Mad after change, and desp'rate in their states, Wearied, and gall'd with their necessities, (For all this I allow them) durst haue thought it? Would not the barbarous deeds haue beene beleeu'd, Of MARIVS, and SYLLA, by our children, Without this fact had rise forth greater, for them? All, that they did, was pietie, to this! They, yet, but murdred kinsfolke, brothers, parents, Rauish'd the virgins, and, perhaps, some matrons; They left the citie standing, and the temples: The gods, and maiestie of Rome were safe yet! These purpose to fire it, to dispoile them, (Beyond the other euils) and lay wast The farre-triumphed world: for, vnto whom Rome is too little, what can be inough? 'Tis true, my lord, I had the same discourse. And, then, to take a horride sacrament In humane bloud, for execution Of this their dire designe; which might be call'd The height of wickednesse: but that, that was higher, For which they did it!