Marmion, Shackerley · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [1632-1633] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Stay husband, I'll go with you: but hark you son Lackwit, do you know to what purpose this gold was given you? To no purpose at all, but I know, what I purpose to do with it. What is't? I purpose to make a medicine of it. A medicine. Yes I will dissolve it into Aurum potabile, and drink nothing but healths with it. Then you are right. Nay I will domineer, and have my humours about me too. Do any thing, for the improvement of your discipline. Come Crotchet. Stay Crotchet, do you perceive nothing? you dull animal look here. ay sir, I hope you mean to give me one, or two of them. No, I will not give, nor lend a friend a penny, there's no such confutation of a man's being a Gentleman; but when I am drunk, and have my wine and my whores about me, I'll spend twenty or thirty shillings upon you, but I will not give you a penny Crotchet. Then farewell sir. You know where to come to me, you shall find me in my pentificalibus. COme sister, though our liberty be straightened, Our mind stands free, without compulsion, There's none can make a rape upon our will. Well if they understood a women truly, They would not seek to curb so, whose nature Rejoices like a torrent, to make way Spite of impediments. Now if their wisdom Should let us alone, we might perhaps ourselves Find out the inconvenience, and prevent it, Which they like a false perspective would seek, To multiply upon us. I shall never Recall that faith, which I have plighted once To my Aurelio. I'll run all hazards, And violent attempts, to throw myself Into his arms. I would not have you leave him, Nor yet turn desperate. Now would I rather Get him by some device, I love a witty And an ingenuous trick above my life: And should take more delight to overreach them, Then to enjoy my purpose. But I dare not Play with my fortune so, nor trust adventures, If Fate would be so gracious to present An opportunity. Come fear it not. You see what a man they would put upon me, Might be my father. H' has less vigour in him, Than any Catamite. There's not reserved So much as one masculine grain in him. A fellow that's as bald, as a Looking-glass, And whose diseases are beyond Arithmetic: Not a joint of him free, a gouty numbness Has seized his feet and fingers, and there's all The stiffness he has left: and were I married I must spend all my life in rubbing of him With hot woollen clothes, and applying Plasters, And cataplasms, and trenchers to his belly; Must undergo the person of a Chirurgeon, Not of a wife: and yet I am not terrified: It moves me not, I make a jest of it; Because I mean t' abuse them all, and choose Where I like best.
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Stay husband, Ile go with you: but harke you ſon Lackwit, doe you know to what purpoſe this gold was given you? To no purpoſe at all, but I know, what I purpoſe to doe with it. What iſt? I purpoſe to make a medicine of it. A medicine. Yes I will diſſolue it into Aurum potabile, and drinke nothing but healths with it. Then you are right. Nay I will domineer, and haue my humors about me too. Doe any thing, for the improuement of your diſcipline. Come Crotchet. Stay Crotchet, doe you perceiue nothing? you dull animall looke here. I ſir, I hope you meane to giue me one, or two of them. No, I will not giue, nor lend a friend a penny, there's no ſuch confutation of a mans being a Gentleman; but when I am drunke, and haue my wine and my whores about me, Ile ſpend twenty or thirty ſhillings upon you, but I will not giue you a penny Crotchet. Then farewell ſir. You know where to come to me, you ſhall find me in my pentificalibus. COme ſiſter, though our liberty be ſtraightned, Our mind ſtands free, without compulſion, There's none can make a rape upon our will. Well if they underſtood a women truely, They would not ſeeke to curbe ſo, whoſe nature Rejoyces like a torrent, to make way Spight of impediments. Now if their wiſedome Should let us alone, we might perhaps our ſelues Find out the inconvenience, and prevent it, Which they like a falſe perſpectiue would ſeeke, To multiply upon us. I ſhall never Recall that faith, which I haue plighted once To my Aurelio. Ile runne all hazards, And violent attempts, to throw my ſelfe Into his armes. I would not haue you leaue him, Nor yet turne deſperate. Now would I rather Get him by ſome deviſe, I loue a witty And an ingenuous tricke aboue my life: And ſhould take more delight to over-reach them, Then to enjoy my purpoſe. But I dare not Play with my fortune ſo, nor truſt adventures, If Fate would be ſo gratious to preſent An opportunity. Come feare it not. You ſee what a man they would put upon me, Might be my father. H' has leſſe vigour in him, Then any Catamite. There's not reſeru'd So much as one maſculine graine in him. A fellow that's as bald, as a Lookinglaſſe, And whoſe diſeaſes are beyond Arithmeticke: Not a joynt of him free, a gowty numneſſe Has ſeiz'd his feete and fingers, and there's all The ſtiffeneſſe he has left: and were I married I muſt ſpend all my life in rubbing of him With hot wollen cloaths, and applying Plaiſters, And Cataplaſmes, and trenchers to his belly; Muſt undergoe the perſon of a Chirurgion, Not of a wife: and yet I am not terrified: It moues me not, I make a jeaſt of it; Becauſe I meane t' abuſe them all, and chuſe Where I like beſt.