Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.84 · 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.
No. Neither will I know. Impudent head! Stick it into his throat; were I the Consul, I'd make thee eat the mischief, thou hast vented. Is there a law for't, CATO? Dost thou ask After a law, that wouldst have broke all laws, Of nature, manhood, conscience, and religion? Yes, I may ask for't. No, pernicious CIMBER. Th'inquiring after good, does not belong Unto a wicked person. ay but CATO does nothing, but by law. Take him aside. There's proof enough, though he confess not. Stay, I will confess. All's true, your spies have told you. Make much of 'em. Yes, and reward 'em well, For fear you get no more such. See, they do not Die in a ditch, and stink, now you ha' done with 'em; Or beg, o' the bridges, here in Rome, whose arches Their active industry hath saved. See, Fathers, What minds, and spirits these are, that, being convicted Of such a treason, and by such a cloud Of witnesses, dare yet retain their boldness? What would their rage have done, if they had conquered? I thought, when I had thrust out CATILINE, Neither the state, nor I, should need t'have feared Lentulus' sleep here, or LONGINUS fat, Or this CETHEGUS rashness; it was he, I only watched, while he was in our walls, As one, that had the brain, the hand, the heart. But now, we find the contrary! Where was there A people grieved, or a state discontent, Able to make, or help a war 'gainst Rome, But these, th' ALLOBROGES, and those they found? Whom had not the just gods been pleased to make More friends unto our safety, than their own, As it then seemed, neglecting these men's offers, Where had we been? or where the commonwealth? When their great Chief had been called home? this man, Their absolute king (whose noble grandfather, Armed in pursuit of the seditious GRACCHUS, Took a brave wound, for dear defence of that, Which he would spoil) had gathered all his aides Of ruffians, slaves, and other slaughtermen? Given us up for murder, to CETHEGUS? The other rank of citizens, to GABINIUS? The city, to be fired by CASSIUS? And Italie, nay the world, to be laid waste By cursed CATILINE, and his complices? Lay but the thought of it, before you, Fathers, Think but with me you saw this glorious city, The light of all the earth, tower of all nations, Suddenly falling in one flame. Imagine, You viewed your country buried with the heaps Of slaughtered citizens, that had no grave; This LENTULUS here, reigning, (as he dreamt) And those his purple Senate; CATILINE come With his fierce army; and the cries of matrons, The flight of children, and the rape of virgins, Shrieks of the living, with the dying groans On every side t'invade your sense; until The blood of Rome, were mixed with her ashes! This was the spectacle these fiends intended To please their malice.
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Position
nodes 2058–2126 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 37 in this edition
Length
495 words · 709 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.840 (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)
No. Neyther will I know. Impudent head! Sticke it into his throate; were I the Consul, Il'd make thee eate the mischiefe, thou hast vented. Is there a law for't, CATO? Do'st thou aske After a law, that would'st haue broke all lawes, Of nature, manhood, conscience, and religion? Yes, I may aske for't. No, pernicious CIMBER. Th'inquiring after good, do's not belong Vnto a wicked person. I but CATO Do's nothing, but by law. Take him aside. There's proofe enough, though he confesse not. Stay, I will confesse. All's true, your spies haue told you. Make much of 'hem. Yes, and reward 'hem well, For feare you get no more such. See, they doe not Die in a ditch, and stinke, now you ha' done with 'hem; Or beg, o' the bridges, here in Rome, whose arches Their actiue industrie hath sau'd. See, Fathers, What mindes, and spirits these are, that, being conuicted Of such a treason, and by such a cloud Of witnesses, dare yet retayne their boldnesse? What would their rage haue done, if they had conquer'd? I thought, when I had thrust out CATILINE, Neither the state, nor I, should need t'haue fear'd LENTVLVS sleepe here, or LONGINVS fat, Or this CETHEGVS rashnesse; it was he, I onely watch'd, while he was in our walls, As one, that had the braine, the hand, the heart. But now, we find the contrary! Where was there A people grieu'd, or a state discontent, Able to make, or helpe a warre 'gainst Rome, But these, th' ALLOBROGES, and those they found? Whom had not the iust gods beene pleas'd to make More friends vnto our safety, then their owne, As it then seem'd, neglecting these mens offers, Where had we beene? or where the common-wealth? When their great Chiefe had beene call'd home? this man, Their absolute king (whose noble grand-father, Arm'd in pursuit of the seditious GRACCHVS, Tooke a braue wound, for deare defence of that, Which he would spoile) had gather'd all his aides Of ruffians, slaues, and other slaughter-men? Giuen vs vp for murder, to CETHEGVS? The' other ranke of citizens, to GABINIVS? The citie, to be fir'd by CASSIVS? And Italie, nay the world, to be laid wast By cursed CATILINE, and his complices? Lay but the thought of it, before you, Fathers, Thinke but with me you saw this glorious citie, The light of all the earth, tower of all nations, Sodainely falling in one flame. Imagine, You view'd your countrey buried with the heapes Of slaughter'd citizens, that had no graue; This LENTVLVS here, raigning, (as he dreamp't) And those his purple Senate; CATILINE come With his fierce armie; and the cryes of matrons, The flight of children, and the rape of virgins, Shriekes of the liuing, with the dying grones On euery side t'inuade your sense; vntill The bloud of Rome, were mixed with her ashes! This was the spectacle these fiends intended To please their malice.