Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.76 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
'Twas a strange fight. ay, didst thou see't, friend? All of those wounds will I stick in his breast. Alas, one will be enough for him! ay, but she shall have more, a while go by: Were all the world their lives, the world should die. Now Tragedy fetch out thy crimson robes, And buckle sure thy purple buskins on, Steep't ten grains deeper in their scarlet die; This night shall give me now a deep carouse, Of Clytemnestra's and Aegisthus blood, And Cerberus himself stand by to pledge me, Whilst to hell's fire I shall sacrifice Three Hecatombs; it doth the furies good, whene'er we wet the Altars with such blood. And now ye fiends of hell, each take a place, As 'twere spectators at a first day's play, Raise all the hellish winds to expel nature; Great Goddess give me leave now to forget All strains of duty; all obedient thoughts Die in me quite: a mother's memory, Pious affections take no hold on me. Be all my senses circled in with Fiends, And let Erynnis hold her flaming brand To guide my murderous sword; for all lights else, Vanish from out this Centre, be this room fraught So full of mischief, may make the Fabric crack, And let no time, now come into my thoughts, But that dire night wherein my father died. I'll only be a Doctor now in word, Each potion that I give shall be my sword: But I must change. O Doctor, you are busy for our coming: My gracious Lord, I had no cause to fail. Nay, but is this fit time for physic Doctor? First, madam, for the physic that I give, Now the diastol fabric of your pulse. Shows all your passions most hysterical, Pleaseth your grace sit down? one at each end o'th' Table. Yes, must we sit, sit there my Queen. Yes, now is Saturn, governor of nature, In free conjunction with the planet Venus: And just at this time, Iupiter begat Great Hercules, Sol, Luna, Mercury, In that Diameter, now favour propagation, And now will my Alexipharmacum, Stir the analeptic veins and arteries: If you outlive this night, you'll live to see A royal, strange, and Princely progeny. Thinkest thou so Doctor? Think it, nay, I know't: Hem. Surely he means to work rare Art upon us. Pray God thy physic take. Yes, it shall take. Hem. Treason, we are betrayed. Nay, 'tis your privat'st room, View me well mother, ha, do you know me yet? Here, here's the drugs my Art hath thought upon, Be pitiless now Pylades, be my friend. O Help me father, else these men will kill me. O my boy, my boy. O, ye're fast bound, Yes, he is thine, thy face, thy eyes, thy heart, And would I knew where Nature had couched most, Of thy damned blood, I thus would let it out, And thus't should spurt in thy most loathed face
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492 words · 686 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.758 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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'Twas a strange fight. I, didst thou see't, friend? All of those wounds will I sticke in his brest. Alas, one will be enough for him! I, but she shal haue more, a while go by: Were all the world their liues, the world should die. Now Tragedy fetch out thy crimson robes, And buckle sure thy purple buskins on, Steep't ten graines deeper in their scarlet die; This night shall giue mee now a deepe carouse, Of Clytemnestra's and Aegystheus blood, And Cerberus himselfe stand by to pledge me, Whilest to hells fire I shall sacrifice Three Hecatombs; it doth the furies good, When e'r wee wet the Altars with such blood. And now yee fiends of hell, each take a place, As 'twere spectators at a first daies play, Raise all the hellish winds to expell nature; Great Goddesse giue me leaue now to forget All straines of duty; all obedient thoughts Die in mee quite: a mothers memory, Pious affections take no hold on mee. Be all my senses circled in with Fiends, And let Erynnis hold her flaming brand To guide my murderous sword; for all lights else, Vanish from out this Center, be this roome fraught So full of mischiefe, may make the Fabricke cracke, And let no time, now come into my thoughts, But that dire night wherein my father di'd. I'le onely be a Doctor now in word, Each potion that I giue shall be my sword: But I must change. O Doctor, you are busie for our comming: My gracious Lord, I had no cause to faile. Nay, but is this fit time for physick Doctor? First, Madame, for the physicke that I giue, Now the diastall fabrique of your pulse. Shewes all your passions most hystericall, Pleaseth your grace sit down? one at each end o'th Table. Yes, must wee sit, sit there my Queene. Yes, now is Saturne, gouernour of nature, In free coniunction with the planet Venus: And iust at this time, Iupiter begat Great Hercules, Sol, Luna, Mercury, In that Diameter, now fauour propagation, And now will my Alexipharmacum, Stirre the Analeptique veynes and arteries: If you out-liue this night, you'll liue to see A royall, strange, and Princely progeny. Think'st thou so Doctor? Thinke it, nay, I know't: Hem. Surely hee meanes to worke rare Art vpon vs. Pray God thy physique take. Yes, it shall take. Hem. Treason, we are betraid. Nay, tis your priuat'st room, View me well mother, ha, do you know me yet? Here, here's the drugs my Art hath thought vpon, Be pittilesse now Pylades, be my friend. O Helpe me father, else these men will kill mee. O my boy, my boy. O, yee'r fast bound, Yes, hee is thine, thy face, thy eyes, thy heart, And would I knew where Nature had couchd most, Of thy damnd blood, I thus would let it out, And thus't should spirt in thy most loathed face