Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.86 · 513 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.
Stand, who goes there? We are th' ALLOBROGES And friends of Rome. If you be so, then yield yourselves unto the Praetors, who in name Of the whole Senate, and the people of Rome, Yet, till you clear yourselves, charge you of practice Against the State. Die friends, and be not taken. What voice is that? Down with 'em all. We yield. What's he stands out? Kill him there. Hold, hold, hold. I yield upon conditions. We give none To traitors, strike him down. My name's VOLTURTIUS I know POMTINIUS. But he knows not you, While you stand out upon these traitorous terms. I'll yield upon the safety of my life. If it be forfeited, we cannot save it. Promise to do your best. I am not so guilty, As many others, I can name; and will: If you will grant me favour. All we can Is to deliver you to the Consul. Take him, And thank the gods, that thus have saved Rome. NOw, do our ears, before our eyes, Like men in mists, Discover, who'd the state surprise, And who resists? And, as these clouds do yield to light, Now, do we see, Our thoughts of things, how they did fight, Which seemed t' agree? Of what strange pieces are we made, Who nothing know; But, as new airs our ears invade, Still censure so? That now do hope, and now do fear, And now envy; And then do hate, and then love dear, But know not, why: Or, if we do, it is so late, As our best mood, Though true, is then thought out of date, And empty of good. How have we changed, and come about In every doom, Since wicked CATILINE went out, And quitted Rome? One while, we thought him innocent; And, then, w' accused The Consul, for his malice spent; And power abused. Since, that we hear, he is in arms, We think not so: Yet charge the Consul, with our harms, That let him go. So, in our censure of the state, We still do wander; And make the careful magistrate The mark of slander. What age is this, where honest men, Placed at the helm, A sea of some foul mouth, or pen, Shall overwhelm? And call their diligence, deceit; Their virtue, vice; Their watchfulness, but lying in wait; And blood, the price. O, let us pluck this evil seed Out of our spirits; And give, to every noble deed, The name it merits. Lest we seem fallen (if this endures) Into those times, To love disease: and brook the cures Worse, than the crimes. I would feign help these wretched men. You cannot. Who would save them, that have betrayed themselves? I Will not be wrought to it, brother QVINTUS. There's no man's private enmity shall make Me violate the dignity of another. If there were proof 'gainst CAESAR, or whoever, To speak him guilty, I would so declare him. But QVINTUS CATULUS, and PISO both, Shall know, the Consul will not, for their grudge, Have any man accused, or named falsely.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1824–1914 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 37 in this edition
Length
513 words · 714 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.862 (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)
Stand, who goes there? We are th' ALLOBROGES And friends of Rome. If you be so, then yeeld Your selues vnto the Praetors, who in name Of the whole Senate, and the people of Rome, Yet, till you cleare your selues, charge you of practise Against the State. Die friends, and be not taken. What voyce is that? Downe with 'hem all. We yeeld. What's he stands out? Kill him there. Hold, hold, hold. I yeeld vpon conditions. We giue none To traytors, strike him downe. My name's VOLTVRTIVS I know POMTINIVS. But he knowes not you, While you stand out vpon these trayterous termes. I'le yeeld vpon the safety of my life. If it be forfeyted, we cannot saue it. Promise to doe your best. I 'am not so guilty, As many others, I can name; and will: If you will grant me fauour. All we can Is to deliuer you to the Consul. Take him, And thanke the gods, that thus haue saued Rome. NOw, do our eares, before our eyes, Like men in mists, Discouer, who'ld the state surprise, And who resists? And, as these clouds doe yeeld to light, Now, do we see, Our thoughts of things, how they did fight, Which seem'd t' agree? Of what strange pieces are we made, Who nothing know; But, as new ayres our eares inuade, Still censure so? That now doe hope, and now doe feare, And now enuy; And then doe hate, and then loue deare, But know not, why: Or, if we doe, it is so late, As our best mood, Though true, is then thought out of date, And emptie of good. How haue we chang'd, and come about In euery doome, Since wicked CATILINE went out, And quitted Rome? One while, we thought him innocent; And, then, w' accus'd The Consul, for his malice spent; And power abus'd. Since, that we heare, he is in armes, We thinke not so: Yet charge the Consul, with our harmes, That let him goe. So, in our censure of the state, We still doe wander; And make the carefull magistrate The marke of slander. What age is this, where honest men, Plac'd at the helme, A sea of some foule mouth, or pen, Shall ouer-whelme? And call their diligence, deceipt; Their vertue, vice; Their watchfulnesse, but lying in wait; And bloud, the price. O, let vs plucke this euill seede Out of our spirits; And giue, to euery noble deede, The name it merits. Lest we seeme falne (if this endures) Into those times, To loue disease: and brooke the cures Worse, then the crimes. I would faine helpe these wretched men. You cannot. Who would saue them, that haue betraid themselues? I Will not be wrought to it, brother QVINTVS. There's no mans priuate enmitie shall make Me violate the dignitie of another. If there were proofe 'gainst CAESAR, or who euer, To speake him guiltie, I would so declare him. But QVINTVS CATVLVS, and PISO both, Shall know, the Consul will not, for their grudge, Haue any man accus'd, or named falsly.