Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.76 · 495 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.
Here's not the hundred part. Call in the Fencer, That we may know the arms to all these weapons. Come, my brave swordplayer, to what active use, Was all this steel provided? Had you asked In SYLLA's days, it had been to cut throats; But, now, it was to look on, only: I loved To see good blades, and feel their edge, and points. To put a helm upon a block, and cleave it, And, now and then, to stab an armour through. Know you that paper? That will stab you through. Is it your hand? Hold, save the pieces. Traitor, Hath thy guilt waked thy fury? I did write, I know not what; nor care not: That fool LENTULUS Did dictate, and I tother fool, did sign it. Bring in STATILIUS: does he know his hand too? And LENTULUS. Reach him that letter. I Confess it all. Know you that seal yet, PUBLIUS? Yes, it is mine. Whose image is that, on it? My grandfathers. What, that renowned good man, That did so only embrace his country, and loved His fellow citizens! Was not his picture, Though mute, of power to call thee from a fact, So foul— As what, impetuous CICERO? As thou art, for I do not know what's fouler. Look upon these. Do not these faces argue Thy guilt, and impudence? What are these to me? I know 'em not. No PUBLIUS? we were with you, At Brutus' house. Last night. What did you there? Who sent for you? yourself did. We had letters From you, CETHEOUS, this STATILIUS here, GABINIUS CIMBER, all, but from LONGINUS, Who would not write, because he was to come Shortly, in person, after us (he said) To take the charge o'the horse, which we should levy. And he is fled, to CATILINE, I hear. Spies? spies? You told us too, o'the sibyl's books, And how you were to be a king, this year, The twentieth, from the burning of the Capitol. That three CORNELII were to reign, in Rome, Of which you were the last: and praised CETHEGUS, And the great spirits, were with you, in the action. These are your honourable Ambassadors, My sovereign lord. Peace, that too bold CETHEGUS. Besides GABINIUS, your agent, named AUTRONIUS, SERVIUS SULLA, VARGUNTEIUS, And divers others. I had letters from you, To CATILINE, and a message, which I'have told Unto the Senate, truly, word for word: For which, I hope, they will be gracious to me. I was drawn in, by that same wicked CIMBER, And thought no hurt at all. VOLTURTIUS, peace. Where is thy visor, or thy voice, now, LENTULUS? Art thou confounded? Wherefore speak'st thou not? Is all so clear, so plain, so manifest, That both thy eloquence, and impudence, And thy ill nature, too, have left thee, at once? Take him aside. There's yet one more, GABINIUS, The engineer of all. Show him that paper, If he do know it? I know nothing. No?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1981–2057 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 37 in this edition
Length
495 words · 750 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.761 (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)
Here's not the hundred part. Call in the Fencer, That we may know the armes to all these weapons. Come, my braue sword-player, to what actiue vse, Was all this steele prouided? Had you ask'd In SYLLA's dayes, it had beene to cut throats; But, now, it was to looke on, only: I lou'd To see good blades, and feele their edge, and points. To put a helme vpon a blocke, and cleaue it, And, now and then, to stab an armour through. Know you that paper? That will stab you through. Is it your hand? Hold, saue the pieces. Traytor, Hath thy guilt wak'd thy furie? I did write, I know not what; nor care not: That foole LENTVLVS Did dictate, and I t'other foole, did signe it. Bring in STATILIVS: Do's he know his hand too? And LENTVLVS. Reach him that letter. I Confesse it all. Know you that seale yet, PVBLIVS? Yes, it is mine. Whose image is that, on it? My grand-fathers. What, that renowm'd good man, That did so only' embrace his countrey, and lou'd His fellow citizens! Was not his picture, Though mute, of power to call thee from a fact, So foule— As what, impetuous CICERO? As thou art, for I doe not know what's fouler. Looke vpon these. Doe not these faces argue Thy guilt, and impudence? What are these to me? I know 'hem not. No PVBLIVS? we were with you, At BRVTVS house. Last night. What did you there? Who sent for you? Your selfe did. We had letters From you, CETHEOVS, this STATILIVS here, GABINIVS CIMBER, all, but from LONGINVS, Who would not write, because he was to come Shortly, in person, after vs (he said) To take the charge o'the horse, which we should leuy. And he is fled, to CATILINE, I heare. Spies? spies? You told vs too, o'the SIBYLLS bookes, And how you were to be a king, this yeere, The twentieth, from the burning of the Capitoll. That three CORNELII were to raigne, in Rome, Of which you were the last: and prais'd CETHEGVS, And the great spirits, were with you, in the action. These are your honorable Ambassadors, My soueraigne lord. Peace, that too bold CETHEGVS. Besides GABINIVS, your agent, nam'd AVTRONIVS, SERVIVS SVLLA, VARGVNTEIVS, And diuers others. I had letters from you, To CATILINE, and a message, which I'haue told Vnto the Senate, truely, word for word: For which, I hope, they will be gracious to me. I was drawne in, by that same wicked CIMBER, And thought no hurt at all. VOLTVRTIVS, peace. Where is thy visor, or thy voyce, now, LENTVLVS? Art thou confounded? Wherefore speak'st thou not? Is all so cleere, so plaine, so manifest, That both thy eloquence, and impudence, And thy ill nature, too, haue left thee, at once? Take him aside. There's yet one more, GABINIVS, The enginer of all. Shew him that paper, If he doe know it? I know nothing. No?