Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.82 · 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.
They wear those names, That come to murder me. Yet send for CATO, And QVINTUS CATULUS; those I dare trust: And FLACCUS, and POMTINIUS, the Praetors, By the back way. Take care, good brother MARCUS, Your fears be not formed greater, than they should; And make your friends grieve, while your enemies laugh. 'Tis brother's counsel, and worth thanks. But do As I entreat you. I provide, not fear. Was CAESAR there, say you? CURIUS says, he met him, Coming from thence. O, so. And, had you a counsel Of ladies too? Who was your speaker, madame? She that would be, had there been forty more; SEMPRONIA, who had both her greek, and figures; And ever and anon, would ask us, if The witty Consul could have mended that? Or Orator CICERO could have said it better? she's my gentle enemy. Would CETHEGUS Had no more danger in him. But, my guards Are you, great powers; and th'unbated strengths Of a firm conscience, which shall arm each step ta'en for the state: and teach me slack no pace For fear of malice. How now, brother? CATO, And QVINTUS CATULUS were coming to you, And CRASSUS with 'em. I have let 'em in, By th' garden. What would CRASSUS have? I hear Some whispering 'bout the gate; and making doubt, Whether it be not yet too early, or no? But I do think, they are your friends, and clients, Are fearful to disturb you. You will change To another thought anon. Ha' you given the porter The charge, I willed you? Yes. Withdraw, and hearken. THe door's not open, yet. Youwere best to knock. Let them stand close, then: And, when we are in, Rush after us. But where's CETHEGUS? He Has left it, since he might not do't his way. Who's there? A friend, or more. I may not let Any man in, till day. No? why? Thy reason? I am commanded so. By whom? I hope We are not discovered. Yes, by revelation. Pray thee, good slave, who has commanded thee? He that may best, the Consul. We are his friends. All's one. Best give your name. Dost thou hear, fellow? I have some instant business with the Consul. My name is VARGUNTEIUS. True, he knows it; And for what friendly office you are sent. CORNELIUS, too, is there? We are betrayed. And desperate CETHEGUS, is he not? Speak you, he knows my voice. What say you to't? You are deceived, sir. No, 'tis you are so; Poor, misled men. Your states are yet worth pity, If you would hear, and change your savage minds. Leave to be mad; forsake your purposes do; urge thine anger, still: good heaven, and just. Tell guilty men, what powers are above them. In such a confidence of wickedness, 'Twas time, they should know something fit to fear. I never saw a morn moreful of horror. To CATILINE, and his: But, to just men, Though heaven should speak, with all his wrath at once, That, with his breath, the hinges of the world Did crack, we should stand upright, and unfeared.
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Position
nodes 1068–1155 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 37 in this edition
Length
518 words · 770 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.818 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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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)
They weare those names, That come to murther me. Yet send for CATO, And QVINTVS CATVLVS; those I dare trust: And FLACCVS, and POMTINIVS, the Praetors, By the backe way. Take care, good brother MARCVS, Your feares be not form'd greater, then they should; And make your friends grieue, while your enemies laugh. 'Tis brothers counsell, and worth thankes. But doe As I intreat you. I prouide, not feare. Was CAESAR there, say you? CVRIVS sayes, he met him, Comming from thence. O, so. And, had you a counsell Of ladies too? Who was your speaker, madame? Shee that would be, had there beene fortie more; SEMPRONIA, who had both her greeke, and figures; And euer and anone, would aske vs, if The witty Consul could haue mended that? Or Orator CICERO could haue said it better? Shee's my gentle enemy. Would CETHEGVS Had no more danger in him. But, my guards Are you, great powers; and th'vnbated strengths Of a firme conscience, which shall arme each step Tane for the state: and teach me slacke no pace For feare of malice. How now, brother? CATO, And QVINTVS CATVLVS were comming to you, And CRASSVS with 'hem. I haue let 'hem in, By th' garden. What would CRASSVS haue? I heare Some whispering 'bout the gate; and making doubt, Whether it be not yet too early, or no? But I doe thinke, they are your friends, and clients, Are fearefull to disturbe you. You will change To 'another thought anone. Ha' you giu'n the porter The charge, I will'd you? Yes. With-draw, and hearken. THe dore's not open, yet. You'were best to knocke. Let them stand close, then: And, when we are in, Rush after vs. But where's CETHEGVS? He Has left it, since he might not do't his way. Who's there? A friend, or more. I may not let Any man in, till day. No? why? Thy reason? I am commanded so. By whom? I hope We are not discouer'd. Yes, by reuelation. Pray thee, good slaue, who has commanded thee? He that may best, the Consul. We are his friends. All's one. Best giue your name. Do'st thou heare, fellow? I haue some instant businesse with the Consul. My name is VARGVNTEIVS. True, he knowes it; And for what friendly office you are sent. CORNELIVS, too, is there? We are betraid. And desperate CETHEGVS, is he not? Speake you, he knowes my voyce. What say you to't? You are deceiu'd, sir. No, 'tis you are so; Poore, misse-led men. Your states are yet worth pitty, If you would heare, and change your sauage minds. Leaue to be mad; forsake your purposes DOe; vrge thine anger, still: good heauen, and iust. Tell guiltie men, what powers are aboue them. In such a confidence of wickednesse, 'Twas time, they should know something fit to feare. I neuer saw a morne morefull of horror. To CATILINE, and his: But, to iust men, Though heauen should speake, with all his wrath at once, That, with his breath, the hinges of the world Did cracke, we should stand vpright, and vnfear'd.