Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.85 · 506 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.
It ought. Let it be added to our Fasti. What tumult's that? Here's one Tarquinius taken, Going to CATILINE; and says he was sent By MARCUS CRASSUS: whom he names, to be Guilty of the conspiracy. Some lying varlet. Take him away, to prison. Bring him in, And let me see him. He is not worth it, CRASSUS. Keep him up close, and hungry, till he tell, By whose pernicious counsel, he durst slander So great, and good a citizen. By yours I fear, 'twill prove.) Some o' the traitors, sure, To give their action the more credit, bid him Name you, or any man. I know myself, By all the tracts, and courses of this business, CRASSUS is noble, just, and loves his country. Here is a libel too, accusing CAESAR, From LUCIUS VECTIUS, and confirmed by CURIUS. Away with all, throw it out o' the court. A trick on me, too? It is some men's malice. I said to CURIUS, I did not believe him. Was not that CURIUS your spy, that had Reward decreed unto him, the last Senate, With FULVIA, upon your private motion? Yes. But, he has not that reward, yet? No. Let not this trouble you, CAESAR, none believes it. It shall not, if that he have no reward. But if he have, sure I shall think myself Very untimely, and unsafely honest, Where such, as he is, may have pay t'accuse me. You shall have no wrong done you, noble CAESAR, But all contentment. Consul, I am silent. I Never yet knew, Soldiers, that, in fight, Words added virtue unto valiant men; Or, that a generals oration made An army fall, or stand: but how much prowess Habitual, or natural each man's breast Was owner of, so much in act it showed. Whom neither glory or danger can excite, 'Tis vain t'attempt with speech: for the mind's fear Keeps all brave sounds from entering at that ear. ay, yet, would warn you some few things, my friends, And give you reason of my present counsels. You know, no less than I, what state, what point Our affairs stand in; and you all have heard, What a calamitous misery the sloth, And sleepiness of LENTULUS, hath plucked Both on himself, and us: how, whilst our aides There, in the city-looked for, are defeated, Our entrance into Gallia, too, is stopped. Two armies wait us: one from Rome, the other From the Gaul-Provinces. And, where we are, (Although I most desire it) the great want Of corn, and victual, forbids longer stay. So that, of need, we must remove, but whither The sword must both direct, and cut the passage. I only, therefore, wish you, when you strike, To have your valours, and your souls, about you; And think, you carry in your labouring hands The things you seek, glory, and liberty, Your country, which you want now, with the Fates, That are to be instructed, by our swords. If we can give the blow, all will be safe to us.
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nodes 2200–2273 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 37 in this edition
Length
506 words · 736 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil warcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.851 (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)
It ought. Let it be added to our Fasti. What tumult's that? Here's one TARQVINIVS taken, Going to CATILINE; and sayes he was sent By MARCVS CRASSVS: whom he names, to be Guiltie of the conspiracy. Some lying varlet. Take him away, to prison. Bring him in, And let me see him. He is not worth it, CRASSVS. Keepe him vp close, and hungrie, till he tell, By whose pernicious counsell, he durst slander So great, and good a citizen. By yours I feare, 'twill proue.) Some o' the traytors, sure, To giue their action the more credit, bid him Name you, or any man. I know my selfe, By all the tracts, and courses of this businesse, CRASSVS is noble, iust, and loues his countrey. Here is a libell too, accusing CAESAR, From LVCIVS VECTIVS, and confirm'd by CVRIVS. Away with all, throw it out o' the court. A tricke on me, too? It is some mens malice. I said to CVRIVS, I did not beleeue him. Was not that CVRIVS your spie, that had Reward decreed vnto him, the last Senate, With FVLVIA, vpon your priuate motion? Yes. But, he has not that reward, yet? No. Let not this trouble you, CAESAR, none beleeues it. It shall not, if that he haue no reward. But if he haue, sure I shall thinke my selfe Very vntimely, and vnsafely honest, Where such, as he is, may haue pay t'accuse me. You shall haue no wrong done you, noble CAESAR, But all contentment. Consul, I am silent. I Neuer yet knew, Souldiers, that, in fight, Words added vertue vnto valiant men; Or, that a generalls oration made An armie fall, or stand: but how much prowesse Habituall, or naturall each mans brest Was owner of, so much in act it shew'd. Whom neither glory' or danger can excite, 'Tis vaine t'attempt with speech: for the minds feare Keepes all braue sounds from entring at that eare. I, yet, would warne you some few things, my friends, And giue you reason of my present counsailes. You know, no lesse then I, what state, what point Our affaires stand in; and you all haue heard, What a calamitous misery the sloth, And sleepinesse of LENTVLVS, hath pluck'd Both on himselfe, and vs: how, whilst our aides There, in the citie-look'd for, are defeated, Our entrance into Gallia, too, is stopt. Two armies wait vs: one from Rome, the other From the Gaule-Prouinces. And, where we are, (Although I most desire it) the great want Of corne, and victuall, forbids longer stay. So that, of need, we must remoue, but whither The sword must both direct, and cut the passage. I onely, therefore, wish you, when you strike, To haue your valours, and your soules, about you; And thinke, you carrie in your labouring hands The things you seeke, glorie, and libertie, Your countrie, which you want now, with the Fates, That are to be instructed, by our swords. If we can giue the blow, all will be safe to vs.