Marmion, Shackerley · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [1632-1633] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.76 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
And why would you sir, knowing this before, Suffer your daughter to be abused by him? Now by my life, I think, and 'twere not for me, You'd wind yourself into such Labyrinths, You'd not know how to extricate yourself. Peace good Wife, since there is no remedy. Do not despair, there is yet remedy; I know a scholar, a great Naturalist, Whose wisdom does transcend all other Artists, A traveller beside, and though his body Be distant from the Heavens, yet his mind Has pierced unto the utmost of the Orbs, Can tell how first the Chaos was distinguished, And how the Spheres are turned, and all their secrets, The motion and influence of the stars, The mixture of the Elements, and all The causes of the Winds, and what moves the earth, And then he has subjected to his knowledge The virtues, and the workings of all herbs, And is an Aesculapius in Physic, No grief above his art. Can he heal mad folks? Were they as mad as Ajax Telamon, That slew an Ox in stead of Agamemnon, he'll warrant them. How should one speak with him? I brought him with me, he is at the door. Prithee go call him Fido, you shall hear him, And as you like his speech, so credit him. Is this the man? This is the Doctor sir. I am bold to make relation of your skill here To this old Gentleman, who has a daughter That is suspected to be mad. Suspected, is she no otherwise? She is stark mad. It came by love? Yes sure, what think you on't? An ordinary disease, and cure, in some things I am of an opinion that Stertinius The Stoic was, who held all the world mad. As how, good Master Doctor? Thus I prove it; What is ambition, and covetousness, Or luxury, or superstition, But madness in men? and these reign generally. Your Lawyer trots, and writes, as he were mad, His Client is madder than he; your Merchant that marries A fair wife, and leaves her at home, is mad: Your Courtier is mad to take up silks and velvets On ticket for his Mistress; and your Citizen Is mad to trust him. Nay he is a rare man, And has done many and strange Cures sir. I have indeed. Pray relate some of them. To satisfy your Ladyship, I will. Yes good Sir, let us hear them. Then I'll tell you. There was once an ginger brought mad before me, the circulations of the Heavens had turned his brains round, he had very strange fits, he would ever be staring, and gazing, and yet his eyes were so weak, they could not look up without a staff. A Iacobs staff you mean? ay, and he would watch whole nights, there could not a star stir for him, he thought there was no hurt done, but they did it, and that made him look so narrowly to them. How did you heal him sir?
before the Court;Salisbury Court;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1004 · TCP A07024 · DEEP 818
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1607–1668 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 41 of 45 in this edition
Length
503 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.758 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And why would you ſir, knowing this before, Suffer your daughter to be abus'd by him? Now by my life, I thinke, and 'twere not for me, You'd wind your ſelfe into ſuch Labyrinths, You'd not know how to extricate your ſelfe. Peace good Wife, ſince there is no remedy. Doe not deſpaire, there is yet remedy; I know a ſcholler, a great Naturalliſt, Whoſe wiſedome does tranſcend all other Artiſts, A traveller beſides, and though his body Be diſtant from the Heavens, yet his mind Has pierc't unto the utmoſt of the Orbes, Can tell how firſt the Chaos was diſtinguiſht, And how the Sphaeres are turnd, and all their ſecrets, The motion and influence of the ſtarres, The mixture of the Elements, and all The cauſes of the Winds, and what moves the earth, And then he has ſubjected to his knowledge The vertues, and the workings of all hearbs, And is an Aeſculapius in Phyſicke, No griefe above his art. Can he heale mad folkes? Were they as mad as Ajax Telamon, That ſlew an Oxe in ſtead of Agamemnon, Hee'l warrant them. How ſhould one ſpeake with him? I brought him with me, he is at the doore. Prithee goe call him Fido, you ſhall heare him, And as you like his ſpeech, ſo credite him. Is this the man? This is the Doctour ſir. I am bold to make relation of your skill here To this old Gentleman, who has a daughter That is ſuſpected to be mad. Suſpected, is ſhe no otherwiſe? She is ſtarke mad. It came by love? Yes ſure, what thinke you on't? An ordinary diſeaſe, and cure, in ſome things I am of an opinion that Stertinius The Stoick was, who held all the world mad. As how, good Maſter Doctour? Thus I prove it; What is ambition, and covetouſneſſe, Or luxury, or ſuperſtition, But madneſſe in men? and theſe raigne generally. Your Lawyer trots, and writes, as he were mad, His Clyent is madder then he; your Merchant that marryes A faire wife, and leaves her at home, is mad: Your Courtier is mad to take up ſilkes and velvets On ticket for his Miſtris; and your Citizen Is mad to truſt him. Nay he is a rare man, And has done many and ſtrange Cures ſir. I have indeed. Pray relate ſome of them. To ſatisfy your Ladiſhip, I will. Yes good Sir, let us heare them. Then Ile tell you. There was once an Aſtrologer brought mad before me, the circulations of the Heavens had turn'd his braines round, he had very ſtrange fits, he would ever be ſtaring, and gazing, and yet his eyes were ſo weake, they could not looke up without a ſtaffe. A Iacobs ſtaffe you meane? I, and hee would watch whole nights, there could not a ſtarre ſtirre for him, he thought there was no hurt done, but they did it, and that made him look ſo narrowly to them. How did you heale him ſir?