Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.86 · 501 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 assure your lordship, The extreme horror of it almost turned me To air, when first I heard it; I was all A vapour, when 'twas told me: and I longed To vent it anywhere. 'Twas such a secret, I thought, it would have burnt me up. Good FULVIA, Fear not your act; and less repent you of it. I do not, my good lord. I know to whom I have uttered it. You have discharged it, safely. Should Rome, for whom you have done the happy service, Turn most ingrate; yet were your virtue paid In conscience of the fact: so much good deeds Reward themselves. My lord, I did it not To any other aim, but for itself. To no ambition. You have learned the difference Of doing office to the public weal, And private friendship: and have shown it, lady. Be still yourself. I have sent for QVINTUS CURIUS, And (for your virtuous sake) if I can win him, Yet, to the commonwealth; he shall be safe too. I'll undertake, my lord, he shall be won. Pray you, join with me, then: and help to work him. I see your nature's right; you shall no more Be mentioned with them: I will call you mine, And trouble this good shame, no farther. Stand Firm for your country; and become a man Honoured, and loved. It were a noble life, To be found dead, embracing her. Know you, What thanks, what titles, what rewards the Senate Will heap upon you, certain, for your service? Let not a desperate action more engage you, Than safety should: and wicked friendship force What honesty, and virtue cannot work. He tells you right, sweet friend: 'Tis saving counsel. Most noble Consul, I am yours, and hers; I mean my countries: you have formed me new. Inspiring me, with what I should be, truly. And I entreat, my faith may not seem cheaper For springing out of penitence. Good CURIUS, It shall be dearer rather, and because I'd make it such, hear, how I trust you more. Keep still your former face: and mix again With these lost spirits. Run all their mazes with 'em: For such are treasons. Find their windings out, And subtle turnings, watch their snaky ways, Through brakes, and hedges, into woods of darkness, Where they are feign to creep upon their breasts In paths ne'er trodden by men, but wolves, and panthers. Learn, beside CATILINE, LENTULUS, and those, Whose names I have; what new ones they draw in; Who else are likely; what those great ones are, They do not name; what ways they mean to take; And whither their hopes point: to war, or ruin, By some surprise. Explore all their intents, And what you find may profit the republic, Acquaint me with it, either, by yourself, Or this your virtuous friend, on whom I lay The care of urging you. I'll see, that Rome Shall prove a thankful, and a bounteous mother: Be secret as the night.
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Position
nodes 797–861 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 37 in this edition
Length
501 words · 682 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.855 (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 assure your lordship, The extreme horror of it almost turn'd me To aire, when first I heard it; I was all A vapor, when 'twas told me: and I long'd To vent it any where. 'Twas such a secret, I thought, it would haue burnt me vp. Good FVLVIA, Feare not your act; and lesse repent you of it. I doe not, my good lord. I know to whom I haue vtter'd it. You haue discharg'd it, safely. Should Rome, for whom you haue done the happy seruice, Turne most ingrate; yet were your vertue paid In conscience of the fact: so much good deedes Reward themselues. My lord, I did it not To any other aime, but for it selfe. To no ambition. You haue learn'd the difference Of doing office to the publike weale, And priuate friendship: and haue shewne it, lady. Be still your selfe. I haue sent for QVINTVS CVRIVS, And (for your vertuous sake) if I can winne him, Yet, to the common-wealth; he shall be safe too. Ile vnder-take, my lord, he shall be won. Pray you, ioyne with me, then: and helpe to worke him. I see your nature's right; you shall no more Be mention'd with them: I will call you mine, And trouble this good shame, no farder. Stand Firme for your countrey; and become a man Honor'd, and lou'd. It were a noble life, To be found dead, embracing her. Know you, What thankes, what titles, what rewards the Senate Will heape vpon you, certaine, for your seruice? Let not a desperate action more engage you, Then safetie should: and wicked friendship force What honestie, and vertue cannot worke. He tells you right, sweet friend: 'Tis sauing counsaile. Most noble Consul, I am yours, and hers; I meane my countries: you' haue form'd me new. Inspiring me, with what I should be, truely. And I intreat, my faith may not seeme cheaper For springing out of penitence. Good CVRIVS, It shall be dearer rather, and because Il'd make it such, heare, how I trust you more. Keepe still your former face: and mixe againe With these lost spirits. Runne all their mazes with 'hem: For such are treasons. Find their windings out, And subtle turnings, watch their snaky wayes, Through brakes, and hedges, into woods of darkenesse, Where they are faine to creepe vpon their brests In paths ne're trod by men, but wolues, and panthers. Learne, beside CATILINE, LENTVLVS, and those, Whose names I haue; what new ones they draw in; Who else are likely; what those great ones are, They doe not name; what wayes they meane to take; And whither their hopes point: to warre, or ruine, By some surprize. Explore all their intents, And what you finde may profit the republique, Acquaint me with it, either, by your selfe, Or this your vertuous friend, on whom I lay The care of vrging you. Ile see, that Rome Shall proue a thankefull, and a bounteous mother: Be secret as the night.