Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.78 · 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 not so much as wound, yet, with my voice. Thou wast, last night, with LECCA, CATILINE, Your shares, of Italie, you there divided; Appointed who, and whither, each should go; What men should stay behind, in Rome, were chosen; Your offices set down; the parts marked out, And places of the city, for the fire; thyself (thou affirmedst) wast ready to depart, Only, a little let there was, that stayed thee, That I yet lived. Upon the word, stepped forth Three of thy crew, to rid thee of that care; Two undertook this morning, before day, To kill me in my bed. All this I knew, Your convent scarce dismissed, armed all my servants, Called both my brother, and friends, shut out your clients, You sent to visit me; whose names I told To some there, of good place, before they came. Yes, ay, and QVINTUS CATULUS can affirm it. He's lost, and gone. His spirits have forsook him. If this be so, why, CATILINE, dost thou stay? Go, where thou mean'st. The ports are open; forth. The camp abroad wants thee, their chief, too long. Lead with thee all thy troops out. Purge the city. Draw dry that noisome, and pernicious sink, Which left, behind thee, would infect the world. Thou wilt free me of all my fears, at once, To see a wall between us. Dost thou stop To do that now, commanded; which before, Of thine own choice, thou'rt prone to? Go. The Consul Bids thee, an enemy, to depart the city. Whither, thou'lt ask? to exile? I not bid Thee that. But ask my counsel, I persuade it. What is there, here, in Rome, that can delight thee? Where not a soul, without thine own foul knot, But fears, and hates thee. What domestic note Of private filthiness, but is burnt in Into thy life? What close, and secret shame, But is grown one, with thy known infamy? What lust was ever absent from thine eyes? What lewd fact from thy hands? what wickedness From thy whole body? where's that youth drawn in Within thy nets, or catched up with thy baits, Before whose rage, thou hast not borne a sword, And to whose lusts thou hast not held a torch? Thy latter nuptials I let pass in silence; Where sins incredible on sins were heaped: Which I not name, lest, in a civil state, So monstrous facts should either appear to be, Or not to be revenged. Thy fortunes, too, I glance not at, which hang but till next Ides. I come to that which is more known, more public; The life, and safety of us all, by thee Threatened, and sought. Stoodst thou not in the field, When LEPIDUS, and TULLUS were our Consuls, Upon the day of choice, armed, and with forces, To take their lives, and our chief citizens? When, not thy fear, nor conscience changed thy mind, But the mere fortune of the commonwealth Withstood thy active malice? Speak but right.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1420–1478 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 37 in this edition
Length
501 words · 703 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.783 (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 not so much as wound, yet, with my voyce. Thou wast, last night, with LECCA, CATILINE, Your shares, of Italie, you there diuided; Appointed who, and whither, each should goe; What men should stay behind, in Rome, were chosen; Your offices set downe; the parts mark'd out, And places of the citie, for the fire; Thy selfe (thou' affirmd'st) wast readie to depart, Onely, a little let there was, that stay'd thee, That I yet liu'd. Vpon the word, stept forth Three of thy crew, to rid thee of that care; Two vnder-tooke this morning, before day, To kill me in my bed. All this I knew, Your conuent scarce dismiss'd, arm'd all my seruants, Call'd both my brother, and friends, shut out your clients, You sent to visite me; whose names I told To some there, of good place, before they came. Yes, I, and QVINTVS CATVLVS can affirme it. He's lost, and gone. His spirits haue forsooke him. If this be so, why, CATILINE, do'st thou stay? Goe, where thou mean'st. The ports are open; forth. The campe abroad wants thee, their chiefe, too long. Lead with thee all thy troupes out. Purge the citie. Draw drie that noysome, and pernicious sinke, Which left, behind thee, would infect the world. Thou wilt free me of all my feares, at once, To see a wall betweene vs. Do'st thou stop To doe that now, commanded; which before, Of thine owne choice, thou'rt prone to? Goe. The Consul Bids thee, an enemie, to depart the citie. Whither, thou'lt aske? to exile? I not bid Thee that. But aske my counsell, I perswade it. What is there, here, in Rome, that can delight thee? Where not a soule, without thine owne foule knot, But feares, and hates thee. What domesticke note Of priuate filthinesse, but is burnt in Into thy life? What close, and secret shame, But is growne one, with thy knowne infamy? What lust was euer absent from thine eyes? What leud fact from thy hands? what wickednesse From thy whole body? where's that youth drawne in Within thy nets, or catch'd vp with thy baits, Before whose rage, thou hast not borne a sword, And to whose lusts thou hast not 'held a torch? Thy latter nuptialls I let passe in silence; Where sinnes incredible on sinnes were heap't: Which I not name, lest, in a ciuill state, So monstrous facts should either appeare to be, Or not to be reueng'd. Thy fortunes, too, I glance not a, which hang but till next Ides. I come to that which is more knowne, more publike; The life, and safetie of vs all, by thee Threatned, and sought. Stood'st thou not in the field, When LEPIDVS, and TVLLVS were our Consuls, Vpon the day of choice, arm'd, and with forces, To take their liues, and our chiefe citizens? When, not thy feare, nor conscience chang'd thy mind, But the meere fortune of the common-wealth With-stood thy actiue malice? Speake but right.