Extractive summarization of text - simple algorithm that scores texts based on position in story, numbers, proper nouns, thematic relationships between title and sentences, cosine relationships between sentences, and themes based on frequencies.
This Kotlin isn't platform specific, however it was built and tested using Ubuntu.
gradle clean build
This setups a distributable jar with executable script and all relevant libraries in dist/
cd dist
./summarize.sh resources/test/romeo_and_juliet.txt 10
output
Romeo and Juliet .
Shakespeare homepage | Romeo and Juliet | Entire play ACT I PROLOGUE Two households , both alike in dignity , In fair Verona , where we lay our scene , From ancient grudge break to new mutiny , Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean .
JULIET O Romeo , Romeo !
BENVOLIO Tybalt , here slain , whom Romeo 's hand did slay ; Romeo that spoke him fair , bade him bethink How nice the quarrel was , and urged withal Your high displeasure : all this uttered With gentle breath , calm look , knees humbly bow 'd , Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Of Tybalt deaf to peace , but that he tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio 's breast , Who all as hot , turns deadly point to point , And , with a martial scorn , with one hand beats Cold death aside , and with the other sends It back to Tybalt , whose dexterity , Retorts it : Romeo he cries aloud , ' Hold , friends !
ROMEO 'T is torture , and not mercy : heaven is here , Where Juliet lives ; and every cat and dog And little mouse , every unworthy thing , Live here in heaven and may look on her ; But Romeo may not : more validity , More honourable state , more courtship lives In carrion-flies than Romeo : they my seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet 's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips , Who even in pure and vestal modesty , Still blush , as thinking their own kisses sin ; But Romeo may not ; he is banished : Flies may do this , but I from this must fly : They are free men , but I am banished .
ROMEO Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel : Wert thou as young as I , Juliet thy love , An hour but married , Tybalt murdered , Doting like me and like me banished , Then mightst thou speak , then mightst thou tear thy hair , And fall upon the ground , as I do now , Taking the measure of an unmade grave .
thy Juliet is alive , For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead ; There art thou happy : Tybalt would kill thee , But thou slew ' st Tybalt ; there are thou happy too : The law that threaten 'd death becomes thy friend And turns it to exile ; there art thou happy : A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back ; Happiness courts thee in her best array ; But , like a misbehaved and sullen wench , Thou pout ' st upon thy fortune and thy love : Take heed , take heed , for such die miserable .
FRIAR LAURENCE Hold , then ; go home , be merry , give consent To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow : To-morrow night look that thou lie alone ; Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber : Take thou this vial , being then in bed , And this distilled liquor drink thou off ; When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour , for no pulse Shall keep his native progress , but surcease : No warmth , no breath , shall testify thou livest ; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes , thy eyes ' windows fall , Like death , when he shuts up the day of life ; Each part , deprived of supple government , Shall , stiff and stark and cold , appear like death : And in this borrow 'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two and forty hours , And then awake as from a pleasant sleep .
Exit FRIAR LAURENCE Now must I to the monument alone ; Within three hours will fair Juliet wake : She will beshrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents ; But I will write again to Mantua , And keep her at my cell till Romeo come ; Poor living corse , closed in a dead man 's tomb !
Romeo , there dead , was husband to that Juliet ; And she , there dead , that Romeo 's faithful wife : I married them ; and their stol 'n marriage-day Was Tybalt 's dooms-day , whose untimely death Banish 'd the new-made bridegroom from the city , For whom , and not for Tybalt , Juliet pined .