Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1634 [Feb 3] (Annals) masque · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.68 · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Strange Water-Rat! This grave man, some years passed was a Physician, A Galenist, and parcel Paracelsus, Thrived by diseases, but quite lost his practice, To study a new way to fatten Poultry With scrapings of a Carrot, a great benefit To th' Commonwealth. He will deserve a monument. This is a kind of Seagull too, that will Compose a ship to sail against the winds. he'll undertake to build a most strong castle On Goodwin sands, to melt huge Rocks to jellly, And cut 'em out like sweetmeats with his keel, And thus he sails. I know not sir, how this may satisfy, But might we be beholding to your fancy For some more quaint variety, some other than humane shapes, would happily delight, And reach the expectation, I ha' seen Dainty devices in this kind, Baboons In quellioes, and so forth. I can furnish you. Fancy will much oblige us. If these objects Please not, Fancy can present a change, What see you now? A Wood, a broad-faced Owl, An Ivy-bush, and other Birds about her. These can imagination create, Silence, observe. This all you will present? You speak as if Fancy could be exhausted, Invention flows From an immortal spring, you shall taste other Variety, nimble as thought. We change the Scene. What are these? Dotterels, be patient, and expect. Madam accuse your absence, We know All your devices sir. Ha, what's the matter, Confidence, jollity, Laughter, Admiration, And Madam Novelty, and drunk! these are extremes indeed. Admirable Opinion. Be confident. And foolish. I am as light now. Let 'em enjoy their Fancies. What new change Is this? these strains are heavenly. Hence ye profane far hence away, Time hath sick feathers, while you stay, Is this delight For such a glorious night, Wherein two skies are to be seen, One starry, but an aged sphere another here, Created new and brighter from the Eyes of King and Queen? Hence ye profane, far hence away, Time hath sick feathers while you stay. Wherefore do my sister's stay Appear, appear Eunomia, 'Tis Irene calls to thee, Irene calls; Like dew that falls Into a stream, I'm lost with them, That know not how to order me. See there she shines, oh see In her celestial gaiety Crowned with a wreath of Stars to show The Evenings glory in her brow. Thinks not I could absent myself this night, But Peace is gentle, and doth still invite Eunomia, yet shouldst thou silent be The Rose and Lily which thou strowest All the cheerful way thou goest Would direct to follow thee. Thou dost beautify increase, And chain security with peace. Irene fair, and first divine, All my blessings spring from thine, I am but wild without thee, thou abhorrest What is rude, or apt to wound, Canst throw proud trees to the ground, And make a Temple of a Forest. No more, no more, but join Thy voice, and Lute with mine. The world shall give prerogative to neither We cannot flourish but together. Irene enters like a perfumed spring, Eunomia ripens every thing, And in the golden harvest leaves To every sickle his own sheaves.
Occasional;Nonprofessional;University/Inns of Court
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1012 · TCP B07101 · DEEP 826
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Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 180–276 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 5 in this edition
Length
526 words · 727 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.684 (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)
Strange Water-Rat! This grave man, ſome yeares paſt was a Phiſition, A Galeniſt, and parcell Paracelſus, Thrin'd by diſeaſes, but quite loſt his practice, To ſtudy a new way to fatten Poultry With ſcrapings of a Carrot, a great benefit To th' Commonwealth. He will deſerve a monument. This is a kind of Seagull too, that will Compoſe a ſhip to ſaile againſt the winds. Hee'l vndertake to build a moſt ſtrong caſtle On Goodwin ſands, to melt huge Rockes to jelley, And cut 'em out like ſweetmeats with his keele, And thus he ſayles. I know not ſir, how this may ſatisfie, But might we be beholding to your fancy For ſome more queint variety, ſome other Then humane ſhapes, would happily delight, And reach the expectation, I ha ſeene Dainty devices in this kind, Baboones In Quellios, and ſo forth. I can furniſh you. Phanſie will much obliege us. If theſe objects Pleaſe not, Phanſie can preſent a change, What ſee you now? A Wood, a broad-fac'd Owle, An Ivy-buſh, and other Birds about her. Theſe can imagination create, Silence, obſerve. This all you will preſent? You ſpeake as if Phanſie could be exhauſt, Invention flowes From an immortall ſpring, you ſhall taſte other Variety, nimble as thought. We change the Scene. What are theſe? Dotterells, be patient, and expect. Madam accuſe your abſence, We know All your devices ſir. Ha, what's the matter, Confidence, Iollity, Laughter, Admiration, And Madam Novelty, and drunke! theſe are extreames indeed. Admirable Opinion. Be confident. And fooliſh. I am as light now. Let 'em enioy their Phanſies. What new change Is this? theſe ſtraines are heavenly. Hence yee profane farre hence away, Time hath ſicke feathers, while you ſtay, Is this delight For ſuch a glorious night, Wherein two skyes are to be ſeene, One ſtarry, but an aged ſphere another here, Created new and brighter from the Eyes of King and Queene? Hence yee profane, farre hence away, Time hath ſicke feathers while you ſtay. Wherefore doe my ſiſters ſtay Appeare, appeare Eunomia, 'Tis Irene calls to thee, Irene calls; Like dew that falls Into a ſtreame, I'me loſt with them, That know not how to order me. See there ſhee ſhines, oh ſee In her celeſtiall gayety Cround with a wreath of Starres to ſhew The Evenings glory in her brow. Thinks not I could abſent my ſelfe this night, But Peace is gentle, and doth ſtill invite Eunomia, yet ſhouldſt thou ſilent be The Roſe and Lilly which thou ſtroweſt All the cheerefull way thou goeſt Would direct to follow thee. Thou doſt beautifie increaſe, And chaine ſecurity with peace. Irene faire, and firſt devine, All my bleſſings ſpring from thine, I am but wilde without thee, thou abhorreſt What is rude, or apt to wound, Canſt throw proud trees to the ground, And make a Temple of a Forreſt. No more, no more, but ioyne Thy voyce, and Lute with mine. The world ſhall giue prerogative to neyther We cannot flouriſh but together. Irene enters like a perfum'd ſpring, Eunomia ripens every thing, And in the golden harveſt leaves To every ſickle his owne ſheaves.