Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.74 · 502 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.
But that, which ought to have been done long since, I will, and (for good reason) yet forbear. Then will I take thee, when no man is found So lost, so wicked, nay so like thyself, But shall profess, 'tis done of need, and right. While there is one, that dares defend thee, live; Thou shalt have leave; but so, as now thou liv'st: Watched at a hand, besieged, and oppressed From working least commotion to the state. I have those eyes, and ears, shall still keep guard, And espial on thee, as they have ever done, And thou not feel it. What, then, canst thou hope? If neither night can, with her darkness, hide Thy wicked meetings; nor a private house Can, in her walls, contain the guilty whispers Of thy conspiracy: if all break out, All be discovered, change thy mind at last, And lose thy thoughts of ruin flame, and slaughter. Remember, how I told, here, to the Senate, That such a day, thy Lictor, CAIUS MANLIUS, Would be in arms. Was I deceived, CATILINE? Or in the fact, or in the time? the hour? I told too, in this Senate, that thy purpose Was, on the fifth (the kalends of November) T'have slaughtered this whole order: which my caution Made many leave the city. Canst thou here Deny, but this thy black design was hindered, That very day, by me? thyself closed in Within my strengths, so that thou couldst not move Against a public reed? when thou wert heard To say, upon the parting of the rest, Thou wouldst content thee, with the murder of us, That did remain. Hadst thou not hope, beside, By a surprise, by night, to take Praeneste? Where when thou cam'st, didst thou not find the place Made good against thee, with my aides, my watches? My garrisons fortified it. Thou dost nothing, SERGIUS, Thou canst endeavour nothing, nay not think, But I both see, and hear it; and am with thee, By, and before, about, and in thee, too. Call but to mind thy last night's business. Come, I'll use no circumstance: at LECCA'S house, The shop, and mint of your conspiracy, Among your swordmen, where so many associates Both of thy mischief, and thy madness, met. Dar'st thou deny this? wherefore art thou silent? Speak, and this shall convince thee: Here they are, I see 'em, in this Senate, that were with thee. O, you immortal gods! in what clime are we? What region do we live in? in what air? What commonwealth, or state is this we have? Here, here, amongst us, our own number, Fathers, In this most holy counsel of the world, They are, that seek the spoil of me, of you, Of ours, of all; what I can name's too narrow: Follow the sun, and find not their ambition. These I behold, being Consul; nay, I ask Their counsels of the state, as from good Patriots: Whom it were fit the axe should hew in pieces,
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nodes 1361–1419 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 37 in this edition
Length
502 words · 705 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.741 (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)
But that, which ought to haue been done long since, I will, and (for good reason) yet forbeare. Then will I take thee, when no man is found So lost, so wicked, nay so like thy selfe, But shall professe, 'tis done of need, and right. While there is one, that dares defend thee, liue; Thou shalt haue leaue; but so, as now thou liu'st: Watch'd at a hand, besieged, and opprest From working least commotion to the state. I haue those eyes, and eares, shall still keepe guard, And spiall on thee, as they haue euer done, And thou not feele it. What, then, canst thou hope? If neither night can, with her darknesse, hide Thy wicked meetings; nor a priuate house Can, in her walls, contayne the guiltie whispers Of thy conspiracie: if all breake out, All be discouered, change thy mind at last, And loose thy thoughts of ruine flame, and slaughter. Remember, how I told, here, to the Senate, That such a day, thy Lictor, CAIVS MANLIVS, Would be in armes. Was I deceiued, CATILINE? Or in the fact, or in the time? the houre? I told too, in this Senate, that thy purpose Was, on the fifth (the kalends of Nouember) T'haue slaughter'd this whole order: which my caution Made many leaue the citie. Canst thou here Denie, but this thy blacke designe was hindred, That very day, by me? thy selfe clos'd in Within my strengths, so that thou could'st not moue Against a publique reed? when thou wert heard To say, vpon the parting of the rest, Thou would'st content thee, with the murder of vs, That did remaine. Had'st thou not hope, beside, By a surprize, by night, to take Praeneste? Where when thou cam'st, did'st thou not find the place Made good against thee, with my aides, my watches? My garrisons fortified it. Thou do'st nothing, SERGIVS, Thou canst endeauour nothing, nay not thinke, But I both see, and heare it; and am with thee, By, and before, about, and in thee, too. Call but to mind thy last nights businesse. Come, Ile vse no circumstance: at LECCA'S house, The shop, and mint of your conspiracie, Among your sword-men, where so many associates Both of thy mischiefe, and thy madnesse, met. Dar'st thou denie this? wherefore art thou silent? Speake, and this shall conuince thee: Here they are, I see 'hem, in this Senate, that were with thee. O, you immortall gods! in what clime are we? What region doe we liue in? in what ayre? What common-wealth, or state is this we haue? Here, here, amongst vs, our owne number, Fathers, In this most holy counsell of the world, They are, that seeke the spoyle of me, of you, Of ours, of all; what I can name's too narrow: Follow the sunne, and find not their ambition. These I behold, being Consul; nay, I aske Their counsells of the state, as from good Patriots: Whom it were fit the axe should hew in pieces,