Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.75 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Come Antony, and young Octavius come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is weary of the World: Hated by one he loves, braved by his Brother, Checked like a bondman, all his faults observed, Set in a Notebook, learned, and conned by rote To cast into my Teeth. O I could weep My Spirit from mine eyes. There is my Dagger, And here my naked Breast: Within, a Heart Dearer than Pluto's Mine, Richer than Gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth. I that denied thee Gold, will give my Heart: Strike as thou didst at Caesar: For I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou loued'st him better Than ever thou loued'st Cassius. Sheath your Dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope: Do what you will, Dishonour, shall be Humour. O Cassius, you are yoked with a Lamb That carries Anger, as the Flint bears fire, Who much enforced, shows a hasty Spark, And strait is cold again. Hath Cassius lived To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus. When grief and blood ill tempered, vexeth him? When I spoke that, I was ill tempered too. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. And my heart too. O Brutus! What's the matter? Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my Mother gave me Makes me forgetful. Yes Cassius, and from henceforth When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, he'll think your Mother chides, and leave you so. Let me go in to see the Generals, There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meet They be alone. You shall not come to them. Nothing but death shall stay me. How now? What's the matter? For shame you Generals; what do you mean? Love, and be Friends, as two such men should be, For I have seen more years I'm sure than ye. Ha', ha', how vildly doth this Cynic rhyme? Get you hence sirrah: Saucy Fellow, hence. Bear with him Brutus, 'tis his fashion. I'll know his humour, when he knows his time: What should the Wars do with these ligging Fools? Companion, hence. Away, away be gone. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders Prepare to lodge their Companies to night. And come yourselves, & bring Messala with you Immediately to us. Lucius, a bowl of Wine. I did not think you could have been so angry. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs. Of your Philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils. No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead. Ha'? Portia? She is dead. How scaped I killing, when I croft you so? O insupportable, and touching loss! Upon what sickness? Impatient of my absence, And grief, that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves so strong: For with her death That tidings came. With this she fell distract, And (her Attendants absent) swallowed fire. And died so? Even so.
nodes 1886–1958 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 39 in this edition
Length
498 words · 701 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.754 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come Antony, and yong Octauius come, Reuenge your ſelues alone on Caſſius, For Caſſius is a-weary of the World: Hated by one he loues, brau'd by his Brother, Check'd like a bondman, all his faults obſeru'd, Set in a Note-booke, learn'd, and con'd by roate To caſt into my Teeth. O I could weepe My Spirit from mine eyes. There is my Dagger, And heere my naked Breaſt: Within, a Heart Deerer then Pluto's Mine, Richer then Gold: If that thou bee'ſt a Roman, take it foorth. I that deny'd thee Gold, will giue my Heart: Strike as thou did'ſt at Caeſar: For I know, When thou did'ſt hate him worſt, yu loued'ſt him better Then euer thou loued'ſt Caſſius. Sheath your Dagger: Be angry when you will, it ſhall haue ſcope: Do what you will, Diſhonor, ſhall be Humour. O Caſſius, you are yoaked with a Lambe That carries Anger, as the Flint beares fire, Who much inforced, ſhewes a haſtie Sparke, And ſtraite is cold agen. Hath Caſſius liu'd To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus. When greefe and blood ill temper'd, vexeth him? When I ſpoke that, I was ill temper'd too. Do you confeſſe ſo much? Giue me your hand. And my heart too. O Brutus! What's the matter? Haue not you loue enough to beare with me, When that raſh humour which my Mother gaue me Makes me forgetfull. Yes Caſsius, and from henceforth When you are ouer-earneſt with your Brutus, Hee'l thinke your Mother chides, and leaue you ſo. Let me go in to ſee the Generals, There is ſome grudge betweene 'em, 'tis not meete They be alone. You ſhall not come to them. Nothing but death ſhall ſtay me. How now? What's the matter? For ſhame you Generals; what do you meane? Loue, and be Friends, as two ſuch men ſhould bee, For I haue ſeene more yeeres I'me ſure then yee. Ha, ha, how vildely doth this Cynicke rime? Get you hence ſirra: Sawcy Fellow, hence. Beare with him Brutus, 'tis his faſhion. Ile know his humor, when he knowes his time: What ſhould the Warres do with theſe ligging Fooles? Companion, hence. Away, away be gone. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders Prepare to lodge their Companies to night. And come your ſelues, & bring Meſſala with you Immediately to vs. Lucius, a bowle of Wine. I did not thinke you could haue bin ſo angry. O Caſſius, I am ſicke of many greefes. Of your Philoſophy you make no vſe, If you giue place to accidentall euils. No man beares ſorrow better. Portia is dead. Ha? Portia? She is dead. How ſcap'd I killing, when I croft you ſo? O inſupportable, and touching loſſe! Vpon what ſickneſſe? Impatient of my abſence▪ And greefe, that yong Octauius with Mark Antony Haue made themſelues ſo ſtrong: For with her death That tydings came. With this ſhe fell diſtract, And (her Attendants abſent) ſwallow'd fire. And dy'd ſo? Euen ſo.