From 5cb04c984900b97e33c01a166a7a8a62122e37bd Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Nafis Faysal Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2016 21:03:57 +0600 Subject: [PATCH] update new script counting character --- CountMillionCharacter.py | 296 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 296 insertions(+) create mode 100644 CountMillionCharacter.py diff --git a/CountMillionCharacter.py b/CountMillionCharacter.py new file mode 100644 index 00000000000..5e98901fb6f --- /dev/null +++ b/CountMillionCharacter.py @@ -0,0 +1,296 @@ +import pprint +info = '''SCENE I. Yorkshire. Gaultree Forest. + +Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY, LORD HASTINGS, and others +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +What is this forest call'd? +HASTINGS +'Tis Gaultree Forest, an't shall please your grace. +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers forth +To know the numbers of our enemies. +HASTINGS +We have sent forth already. +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +'Tis well done. +My friends and brethren in these great affairs, +I must acquaint you that I have received +New-dated letters from Northumberland; +Their cold intent, tenor and substance, thus: +Here doth he wish his person, with such powers +As might hold sortance with his quality, +The which he could not levy; whereupon +He is retired, to ripe his growing fortunes, +To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers +That your attempts may overlive the hazard +And fearful melting of their opposite. +MOWBRAY +Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground +And dash themselves to pieces. +Enter a Messenger + +HASTINGS +Now, what news? +Messenger +West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, +In goodly form comes on the enemy; +And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number +Upon or near the rate of thirty thousand. +MOWBRAY +The just proportion that we gave them out +Let us sway on and face them in the field. +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +What well-appointed leader fronts us here? +Enter WESTMORELAND + +MOWBRAY +I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland. +WESTMORELAND +Health and fair greeting from our general, +The prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster. +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace: +What doth concern your coming? +WESTMORELAND +Then, my lord, +Unto your grace do I in chief address +The substance of my speech. If that rebellion +Came like itself, in base and abject routs, +Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags, +And countenanced by boys and beggary, +I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd, +In his true, native and most proper shape, +You, reverend father, and these noble lords +Had not been here, to dress the ugly form +Of base and bloody insurrection +With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop, +Whose see is by a civil peace maintained, +Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd, +Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd, +Whose white investments figure innocence, +The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, +Wherefore do you so ill translate ourself +Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace, +Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war; +Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood, +Your pens to lances and your tongue divine +To a trumpet and a point of war? +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +Wherefore do I this? so the question stands. +Briefly to this end: we are all diseased, +And with our surfeiting and wanton hours +Have brought ourselves into a burning fever, +And we must bleed for it; of which disease +Our late king, Richard, being infected, died. +But, my most noble Lord of Westmoreland, +I take not on me here as a physician, +Nor do I as an enemy to peace +Troop in the throngs of military men; +But rather show awhile like fearful war, +To diet rank minds sick of happiness +And purge the obstructions which begin to stop +Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly. +I have in equal balance justly weigh'd +What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer, +And find our griefs heavier than our offences. +We see which way the stream of time doth run, +And are enforced from our most quiet there +By the rough torrent of occasion; +And have the summary of all our griefs, +When time shall serve, to show in articles; +Which long ere this we offer'd to the king, +And might by no suit gain our audience: +When we are wrong'd and would unfold our griefs, +We are denied access unto his person +Even by those men that most have done us wrong. +The dangers of the days but newly gone, +Whose memory is written on the earth +With yet appearing blood, and the examples +Of every minute's instance, present now, +Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms, +Not to break peace or any branch of it, +But to establish here a peace indeed, +Concurring both in name and quality. +WESTMORELAND +When ever yet was your appeal denied? +Wherein have you been galled by the king? +What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you, +That you should seal this lawless bloody book +Of forged rebellion with a seal divine +And consecrate commotion's bitter edge? +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +My brother general, the commonwealth, +To brother born an household cruelty, +I make my quarrel in particular. +WESTMORELAND +There is no need of any such redress; +Or if there were, it not belongs to you. +MOWBRAY +Why not to him in part, and to us all +That feel the bruises of the days before, +And suffer the condition of these times +To lay a heavy and unequal hand +Upon our honours? +WESTMORELAND +O, my good Lord Mowbray, +Construe the times to their necessities, +And you shall say indeed, it is the time, +And not the king, that doth you injuries. +Yet for your part, it not appears to me +Either from the king or in the present time +That you should have an inch of any ground +To build a grief on: were you not restored +To all the Duke of Norfolk's signories, +Your noble and right well remember'd father's? +MOWBRAY +What thing, in honour, had my father lost, +That need to be revived and breathed in me? +The king that loved him, as the state stood then, +Was force perforce compell'd to banish him: +And then that Harry Bolingbroke and he, +Being mounted and both roused in their seats, +Their neighing coursers daring of the spur, +Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down, +Their eyes of fire sparking through sights of steel +And the loud trumpet blowing them together, +Then, then, when there was nothing could have stay'd +My father from the breast of Bolingbroke, +O when the king did throw his warder down, +His own life hung upon the staff he threw; +Then threw he down himself and all their lives +That by indictment and by dint of sword +Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke. +WESTMORELAND +You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what. +The Earl of Hereford was reputed then +In England the most valiant gentlemen: +Who knows on whom fortune would then have smiled? +But if your father had been victor there, +He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry: +For all the country in a general voice +Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love +Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on +And bless'd and graced indeed, more than the king. +But this is mere digression from my purpose. +Here come I from our princely general +To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace +That he will give you audience; and wherein +It shall appear that your demands are just, +You shall enjoy them, every thing set off +That might so much as think you enemies. +MOWBRAY +But he hath forced us to compel this offer; +And it proceeds from policy, not love. +WESTMORELAND +Mowbray, you overween to take it so; +This offer comes from mercy, not from fear: +For, lo! within a ken our army lies, +Upon mine honour, all too confident +To give admittance to a thought of fear. +Our battle is more full of names than yours, +Our men more perfect in the use of arms, +Our armour all as strong, our cause the best; +Then reason will our heart should be as good +Say you not then our offer is compell'd. +MOWBRAY +Well, by my will we shall admit no parley. +WESTMORELAND +That argues but the shame of your offence: +A rotten case abides no handling. +HASTINGS +Hath the Prince John a full commission, +In very ample virtue of his father, +To hear and absolutely to determine +Of what conditions we shall stand upon? +WESTMORELAND +That is intended in the general's name: +I muse you make so slight a question. +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule, +For this contains our general grievances: +Each several article herein redress'd, +All members of our cause, both here and hence, +That are insinew'd to this action, +Acquitted by a true substantial form +And present execution of our wills +To us and to our purposes confined, +We come within our awful banks again +And knit our powers to the arm of peace. +WESTMORELAND +This will I show the general. Please you, lords, +In sight of both our battles we may meet; +And either end in peace, which God so frame! +Or to the place of difference call the swords +Which must decide it. +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +My lord, we will do so. +Exit WESTMORELAND + +MOWBRAY +There is a thing within my bosom tells me +That no conditions of our peace can stand. +HASTINGS +Fear you not that: if we can make our peace +Upon such large terms and so absolute +As our conditions shall consist upon, +Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. +MOWBRAY +Yea, but our valuation shall be such +That every slight and false-derived cause, +Yea, every idle, nice and wanton reason +Shall to the king taste of this action; +That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love, +We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind +That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff +And good from bad find no partition. +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +No, no, my lord. Note this; the king is weary +Of dainty and such picking grievances: +For he hath found to end one doubt by death +Revives two greater in the heirs of life, +And therefore will he wipe his tables clean +And keep no tell-tale to his memory +That may repeat and history his loss +To new remembrance; for full well he knows +He cannot so precisely weed this land +As his misdoubts present occasion: +His foes are so enrooted with his friends +That, plucking to unfix an enemy, +He doth unfasten so and shake a friend: +So that this land, like an offensive wife +That hath enraged him on to offer strokes, +As he is striking, holds his infant up +And hangs resolved correction in the arm +That was uprear'd to execution. +HASTINGS +Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods +On late offenders, that he now doth lack +The very instruments of chastisement: +So that his power, like to a fangless lion, +May offer, but not hold. +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +'Tis very true: +And therefore be assured, my good lord marshal, +If we do now make our atonement well, +Our peace will, like a broken limb united, +Grow stronger for the breaking. +MOWBRAY +Be it so. +Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland. +Re-enter WESTMORELAND + +WESTMORELAND +The prince is here at hand: pleaseth your lordship +To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies. +MOWBRAY +Your grace of York, in God's name then, set forward. +ARCHBISHOP OF YORK +Before, and greet his grace: my lord, we come. +Exeunt''' +count = { } +for character in info.upper(): + count.setdefault(character, 0) + count[character] = count[character]+1 + +value = pprint.pformat(count) +print(value)