Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Cymbeline, King of Britain · chunk 32 of 54

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals)
romance · King's Men
T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.80 · 468 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.

It shall be so: Boys we'll go dress our Hunt. Fair youth come in; Discourse is heavy, fasting: when we have supped we'll mannerly demand thee of thy Story, So far as thou wilt speak it. Pray draw near. The Night to ' th' Owl, And Morn to th' Lark less welcome. Thanks Sir. I pray draw near. This is the tenor of the Emperor's Writ; That since the common men are now in Action 'Gainst the Pannonians, and Dalmatians, And that the Legions now in Gallia, are Full weak to undertake our Wars against The falne-off Britain's, that we do incite The Gentry to this business. He creates Lucius Pro-Consull: and to you the Tribunes For this immediate Levy, he commands His absolute Commission. Long live Caesar. Is Lucius General of the Forces? I. Remaining now in Gallia? With those Legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be suppliant: the words of your Commission Will tie you to the numbers, and the time Of their dispatch. We will discharge our duty. I am near to ' th' place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his Garments serve me? Why should his Mistress who was made by him that made the Tailor, not be fit too? The rather (saving reverence of the Word) for 'tis said a Woman's fitness comes by fits: therein I must play the Workman, I dare speak it to myself, for it is not Vainglory for a man, and his Glass, to confer in his own Chamber; I mean, the Lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in Fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in Birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions; yet this imperseverant Thing loves him in my despite. What Mortality is? Posthumus, thy head (which now is growing upon thy shoulders) shall within this hour be off, thy Mistress enforced, thy Garments cut to pieces before thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her Father, who may (happily) be a little angry for my so rough usage: but my Mother having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My Horse is tied up safe, out Sword, and to a sore purpose: Fortune put them into my hand: This is the very description of their meeting place and the Fellow dares not deceive me. You are not well: Remain here in the Cave, we'll come to you after Hunting. Brother, stay here: Are we not Brothers? So man and man should be, But Clay and Clay, differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick, Go you to Hunting, I'll abide with him.
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PlayCymbeline, King of Britain
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1609 [c.1608-1611]
First performance (BritDrama)1610 [1609-1611]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 892 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.36
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1885–1922 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 54 in this edition
Length468 words · 622 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil war cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.800 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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 ſhall be ſo: Boyes wee'l go dreſſe our Hunt. Faire youth come in; Diſcourſe is heauy, faſting: when we haue ſupp'd Wee'l mannerly demand thee of thy Story, So farre as thou wilt ſpeake it. Pray draw neere. The Night to' th' Owle, And Morne to th' Larke leſſe welcome. Thankes Sir. I pray draw neere. This is the tenor of the Emperors Writ; That ſince the common men are now in Action 'Gainſt the Pannonians, and Dalmatians, And that the Legions now in Gallia, are Full weake to vndertake our Warres againſt The falne-off Britaines, that we do incite The Gentry to this buſineſſe. He creates Lucius Pro-Conſull: and to you the Tribunes For this immediate Leuy, he commands His abſolute Commiſſion. Long liue Caeſar. Is Lucius Generall of the Forces? I. Remaining now in Gallia? With thoſe Legions Which I haue ſpoke of, whereunto your leuie Muſt be ſuppliant: the words of your Commiſſion Will tye you to the numbers, and the time Of their diſpatch. We will diſcharge our duty. I am neere to' th' place where they ſhould meet, if Piſanio haue mapp'd it truely. How fit his Garments ſerue me? Why ſhould his Miſtris who was made by him that made the Taylor, not be fit too? The rather (ſauing reuerence of the Word) for 'tis ſaide a Womans fitneſſe comes by fits: therein I muſt play the Workman, I dare ſpeake it to my ſelfe, for it is not Vainglorie for a man, and his Glaſſe, to confer in his owne Chamber; I meane, the Lines of my body are as well drawne as his; no leſſe young, more ſtrong, not beneath him in Fortunes, beyond him in the aduantage of the time, aboue him in Birth, alike conuerſant in generall ſeruices, and more remarkeable in ſingle oppoſitions; yet this imperſeuerant Thing loues him in my deſpight. What Mortalitie is? Poſthumus, thy head (which now is growing vppon thy ſhoulders) ſhall within this houre be off, thy Miſtris inforced, thy Garments cut to peeces before thy face: and all this done, ſpurne her home to her Father, who may (happily) be a little angry for my ſo rough vſage: but my Mother hauing power of his teſtineſſe, ſhall turne all into my commendations. My Horſe is tyed vp ſafe, out Sword, and to a ſore purpoſe: Fortune put them into my hand: This is the very deſcription of their meeting place and the Fellow dares not deceiue me. You are not well: Remaine heere in the Caue, Wee'l come to you after Hunting. Brother, ſtay heere: Are we not Brothers? So man and man ſhould be, But Clay and Clay, differs in dignitie, Whoſe duſt is both alike. I am very ſicke, Go you to Hunting, Ile abide with him.