Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.85 · 511 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.
Why, so we do, good CATO. Who be these? Ambassadors, from the ALLOBROGES, I take 'em, by their habits. ay, these men Seem of another race; let's sue to these, There's hope of justice, with their fortitude. Friends of the Senate, and of Rome, today We pray you to forbear us: on the morrow What suit you have, let us, by FABIUS SANGA, (Whose patronage your state doth use) but know it, And, on the Consul's word, you shall receive Dispatch, or else an answer, worth your patience. We could not hope for more, most worthy Consul. This magistrate hath struck an awe into me, And, by his sweetness, won a more regard Unto his place, than all the boisterous moods That ignorant greatness practiseth, to fill The large, unfit authority it wears. How easy is a noble spirit discerned From harsh, and sulphurous matter, that flies out In contumelies, makes a noise, and stinks! May we find good, and great men: that know how To stoop to wants, and meet necessities, And will not turn from any equal suits. Such men, they do not succour more the cause, They undertake, with favour, and success; Then, by it, their own judgements they do raise, In turning just men's needs, into their praise. Room for the Consuls. Fathers, take your places. Here, in the house of JUPITER, the STAYER, By edict from the Consul, MARCUS TULLIUS. You're met, a frequent Senate. Hear him speak. What may be happy, and auspicious still To Rome, and hers. Honoured, and conscript Fathers, If I were silent, and that all the dangers Threatening the state, and you, were yet so hid In night, or darkness thicker in their breasts, That are the black contrivers; so, that no Beam of the light could pierce 'em: yet the voice Of heaven, this morning, hath spoke loud enough, T'instruct you with a feeling of the horror; And wake you from a sleep, as stark, as death. I have, of late, spoke often in this Senate, Touching this argument, but still have wanted Either your ears, or faith: so'incredible Their plots have seemed, or I so vain, to make These things for mine own glory, and false greatness, As hath been given out. But be it so. When they break forth, and shall declare themselves, By their too foul effects, then, then, the envy Of my just cares will find another name. For me, I am but one: and this poor life, So lately aimed at, not an hour yet since, They cannot with more eagerness pursue, Than I with gladness would lay down, and loose, To buy Rome's peace, if that would purchase it. But when I see, they'd make it but the step To more, and greater; unto yours, Rome's, all: I would with those preserve it, or then fall. ay, ay, let you alone, cunning artificer! See, how his gorget peers above his gown; To tell the people, in what danger he was. It was absurdly done of VARGUNTEIUS, To name himself, before he was got in.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1156–1219 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 37 in this edition
Length
511 words · 721 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)
Why, so we doe, good CATO. Who be these? Ambassadors, from the ALLOBROGES, I take 'hem, by their habits. I, these men Seeme of another race; let's sue to these, There's hope of iustice, with their fortitude. Friends of the Senate, and of Rome, to day We pray you to forbeare vs: on the morrow What sute you haue, let vs, by FABIVS SANGA, (Whose patronage your state doth vse) but know it, And, on the Consul's word, you shall receiue Dispatch, or else an answere, worth your patience. We could not hope for more, most worthy Consul. This magistrate hath strooke an awe into me, And, by his sweetnesse, wonne a more reguard Vnto his place, then all the boystrous moodes That ignorant greatnesse practiseth, to fill The large, vnfit authoritie it weares. How easie is a noble spirit discern'd From harsh, and sulphurous matter, that flies out In contumelies, makes a noyse, and stinkes! May we find good, and great men: that know how To stoupe to wants, and meete necessities, And will not turne from any equall suites. Such men, they doe not succour more the cause, They vnder-take, with fauour, and successe; Then, by it, their owne iudgements they doe raise, In turning iust mens needs, into their praise. Roome for the Consuls. Fathers, take your places. Here, in the house of IVPITER, the STAYER, By edict from the Consul, MARCVS TVLLIVS. You'are met, a frequent Senate. Heare him speake. What may be happy, and auspicious still To Rome, and hers. Honor'd, and conscript Fathers, If I were silent, and that all the dangers Threatning the state, and you, were yet so hid In night, or darkenesse thicker in their brests, That are the blacke contriuers; so, that no Beame of the light could pierce hem: yet the voyce Of heau'n, this morning, hath spoke loud inough, T'instruct you with a feeling of the horror; And wake you from a sleepe, as starke, as death. I haue, of late, spoke often in this Senate, Touching this argument, but still haue wanted Either your eares, or faith: so'incredible Their plots haue seem'd, or I so vaine, to make These things for mine owne glorie, and false greatnesse, As hath beene giuen out. But be it so. When they breake forth, and shall declare themselues, By their too foule effects, then, then, the enuy Of my iust cares will find another name. For me, I am but one: and this poore life, So lately aim'd at, not an houre yet since, They cannot with more eagernesse pursue, Then I with gladnesse would lay downe, and loose, To buy Romes peace, if that would purchase it. But when I see, they'ld make it but the step To more, and greater; vnto yours, Romes, all: I would with those preserue it, or then fall. I, I, let you alone, cunning artificer! See, how his gorget 'peeres aboue his gowne; To tell the people, in what danger he was. It was absurdly done of VARGVNTEIVS, To name himselfe, before he was got in.