Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.82 · 500 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.
The Fencer use of one short hour, to breathe; But when there are in this grave order, some, Who, with soft censures, still do nurse his hopes; Some, that with not believing, have confirmed His designs more, and whose authority The weaker, as the worst men, too, have followed: I would now send him, where they all should see Clear, as the light, his heart shine; where no man Could be so wickedly, or fondly stupid, But should cry out, he saw, touched, felt, and grasped it. Then, when he hath run out himself; led forth His desp'rate party with him; blown together Aides of all kinds, both shipwrecked minds and fortunes: Not only the grown evil, that now is sprung, And sprouted forth, would be plucked up, and weeded; But the stock, root, and seed of all the mischiefs, Choking the commonwealth. Where, should we take, Of such a swarm of traitors, only him, Our cares, and fears might seem a while relieved, But the main peril would bide still enclosed Deep, in the veins, and bowels of the state. As human bodies, labouring with fevers, While they are tossed with heat, if they do take Cold water, seem for that short space much eased, But afterward, are ten times more afflicted. Wherefore, I say, let all this wicked crew Depart, divide themselves from good men, gather Their forces to one head; as I said oft, Let 'em be severed from us with a wall; Let 'em leave off attempts, upon the Consul, In his own house; to circle in the Praetor; To girt the court with weapons; to prepare Fire, and balls, swords, torches, sulphur, brands: In short, let it be writ in each man's forehead What thoughts he bears the public. I here promise, Father's Conscript, to you, and to myself, That diligence in us Consuls, for my honoured Colleague, abroad, and for myself, at home; So great authority in you; so much Virtue, in these, the gentlemen of Rome; Whom I could scarce restrain today, in zeal, From seeking out the parricide, to slaughter; So much consent in all good men, and minds, As, on the going out of this one CATILINE, All shall be clear, made plain, oppressed, revenged. And, with this omen, go, pernicious plague, Out of the city, to the wished destruction Of thee, and those, that, to the ruin of her, Have ta'en that bloody, and black sacrament. Thou JUPITER, whom we do call the STAYER, Both of this city, and this empire, wilt (With the same auspice thou didst raise it first) Drive from thy altars, and all other temples, And buildings of this city; from our walls; Lives, states, and fortunes of our citizens; This fiend, this fury, with his complices. And all th'offence of good men (these known traitors Unto their country, thieves of Italie, joined in so damned a league of mischief) thou Wilt with perpetual plagues, alive, and dead, Punish for Rome, and save her innocent head.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1539–1599 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 37 in this edition
Length
500 words · 704 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.824 (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)
The Fencer vse of one short houre, to breath; But when there are in this graue order, some, Who, with soft censures, still doe nource his hopes; Some, that with not beleeuing, haue confirm'd His designes more, and whose authoritie The weaker, as the worst men, too, haue follow'd: I would now send him, where they all should see Cleere, as the light, his heart shine; where no man Could be so wickedly, or fondly stupide, But should cry out, he saw, touch'd, felt, and grasp't it. Then, when he hath runne out himselfe; led forth His desp'rate partie with him; blowne together Aides of all kindes, both shipwrack'd mindes and fortunes: Not onely the growne euill, that now is sprung, And sprouted forth, would be pluck'd vp, and weeded; But the stocke, roote, and seed of all the mischiefes, Choking the common-wealth. Where, should we take, Of such a swarme of traytors, onely him, Our cares, and feares might seeme a while relieu'd, But the maine perill would bide still enclos'd Deepe, in the veines, and bowells of the state. As humane bodies, labouring with feuers, While they are tost with heate, if they doe take Cold water, seeme for that short space much eas'd, But afterward, are ten times more afflicted. Wherefore, I say, let all this wicked crew Depart, diuide themselues from good men, gather Their forces to one head; as I said oft, Let'hem be seuer'd from vs with a wall; Let'hem leaue off attempts, vpon the Consul, In his owne house; to circle in the Praetor; To girt the court with weapons; to prepare Fire, and balls, swords, torches, sulphure, brands: In short, let it be writ in each mans fore-head What thoughts he beares the publike. I here promise, Fathers Conscript, to you, and to my selfe, That diligence in vs Consuls, for my honor'd Colleague, abroad, and for my selfe, at home; So great authoritie in you; so much Vertue, in these, the gentlemen of Rome; Whom I could scarce restraine to day, in zeale, From seeking out the parricide, to slaughter; So much consent in all good men, and minds, As, on the going out of this one CATILINE, All shall be cleere, made plaine, oppress'd, reueng'd. And, with this omen, goe, pernicious plague, Out of the citie, to the wish'd destruction Of thee, and those, that, to the ruine of her, Haue tane that bloudie, and black sacrament. Thou IVPITER, whom we doe call the STAYER, Both of this citie, and this empire, wilt (With the same auspice thou didst raise it first) Driue from thy altars, and all other temples, And buildings of this citie; from our walls; Liues, states, and fortunes of our citizens; This fiend, this furie, with his complices. And all the'offence of good men (these knowne traytors Vnto their countrey, theeues of Italie, Ioyn'd in so damn'd a league of mischiefe) thou Wilt with perpetuall plagues, aliue, and dead, Punish for Rome, and saue her innocent head.