Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
By poison! gi'mee something then that kills Past Cure, and speedily— it is sufficient. I have a nimble Spirit at command That by an ointment which we do apply To parts of our marked bodies, is at hand, Who posts us through the regions of the air, When oft we meet at solemn festivals, Or do admit a novice to the oath Of our abstruse and powerful discipline: Leave it to us, and ere to morrow's Sun Touch but three Points of West beyond Mid-noon, myself will see Althaea dead. Thanks gentle Micale, for thou hast eased me much, I'll not forget thy pains, nor leave thy skill Without regard, for we have much to know. 'Tis a curious age Madam, and we are full Of business now, so many come to know Who shall survive, their Husbands or themselves; And then how long; whom they shall marry next: What place and opportunity must meet To raise their titles; with a million more Of women's questions— But the day begins To look upon us. I must hasten then lest some misfortune do discover me: Farewell Micale, hell prosper our design. Fear it not Madam, I will not sleep nor eat, Till by Althaea's death I jointly free Your Son and House from Cupid's Tyranny. THe day grows hot, and with the climing Sun That mounts to th'height of noon, our cares do fly Drawn on by fear and grief, to deep despair. let's rest under this shade until the singeing Ray a little hath withdrawn itself. And gladly too, for I am as weary of travel, as I am of a Shepherd's life. I Camilla, the desire of being public is the disease of our Sex: we think the country's free breathing spaciousness a prison, where the loss of liberty is the want of company. But if there were one of us, whose contents were not without her, she would shun that common concourse of eyes, as she does the opinion of deformity; and perceive that the best perfection had no greater enemy than public aspects. This is forced now, and savours not of your temper and woman's seasoning, to hold Paradoxes against nature, and opinions opposite to our own feelings. 'Sprecious Madam, if Nature framed us to please, how can we please where's none to be pleased but Beasts and Birds, whose apprehension was ne'er made capable of proportion, and therefore regard it not. And therefore condemn us of unnaturalness, that when beauty was equally shared twixt them and us, they respect it as it is; whilst we, blinded by reasonable sense, conceive it the richest gift Heaven could give, study it above the soul, and equal to life, though it merely touch our outsides, as clothes do. Nay dear Mistress, let's talk a little now like ourselves like women; and tell me whether an excellent Quality forced from operation, or a rare piece of work held from sight, be not a wrong to the Author, as well as the thing? O they were foully deceived that sought perfection in a Nunnery!
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By poyſon! gi'mee ſomething then that kils Paſt Cure, and ſpeedily—it is ſufficient. I have a nimble Spirit at command That by an oyntment which we doe apply To parts of our mark'd bodies, is at hand, Who poſts us through the regions of the ayre, When oft wee meet at ſolemne feſtivals, Or doe admit a novice to the oath Of our abſtruſe and powerfull diſcipline: Leave it to us, and ere to morrowes Sunne Touch but three Points of Weſt beyond Mid-noone, My ſelfe will ſee Althea dead. Thanks gentle Micale, for thou haſt eas'd me much, Ile not forget thy paines, nor leave thy skill Without regard, for wee have much to know. 'Tis a curious age Madam, and we are full Of buſineſſe now, ſo many come to know Who ſhall ſurvive, their Husbands or themſelves; And then how long; whom they ſhall marry next: What place and oportunitie muſt meet To raiſe their titles; with a million more Of womens queſtions—But the day begins To looke upon us. I muſt haſten then Leaſt ſome miſ-fortune doe diſcover me: Farewell Micale, hell proſper our deſigne. Feare it not Madam, I will not ſleep nor eate, Till by Althea's death I joyntly free Your Sonne and Houſe from Cupids Tyranny. THe day growes hot, and with the climing Sunne That mounts to th'height of noone, our cares doe flie Drawne on by feare and griefe, to deep deſpaire. Lets reſt under this ſhade until the ſindging Ray a little hath withdrawne it ſelfe. And gladly too, for I am as weary of travell, as I am of a Shepheards life. I Camilla, the deſire of being publike is the diſeaſe of our Sex: we thinke the Countries free breathing ſpaciouſneſſe a priſon, where the loſſe of libertie is the want of company. But if there were one of us, whoſe contents were not without her, ſhe would ſhun that common concurſe of eyes, as ſhe does the opinion of deformity; and perceive that the beſt perfectiō had no greater enemy than publike aſpects. This is forc'd now, and ſavours not of your temper and womans ſeaſoning, to hold Paradoxes againſt nature, and opinions oppoſite to our owne feelings. 'Sprecious Madam, if Nature fram'd us to pleaſe, how can we pleaſe where's none to be pleas'd but Beaſts and Birds, whoſe apprehenſion was ne'r made capable of proportion, and therefore regard it not. And therefore condemne us of unnaturalneſſe, that when beauty was equally ſhar'd 'twixt them and us, they reſpect it as it is; whil'ſt wee, blinded by reaſonable ſenſe, conceive it the richeſt gift Heaven could give, ſtudy it above the ſoule, and equall to life, tho it meerly touch our outſides, as clothes doe. Nay deare Miſtris, let's talke a little now like our ſelves like women; and tell mee whether an excellent Qualitie forc'd from operation, or a rare peece of worke held from ſight, bee not a wrong to the Author, as well as the thing? O they were fowly deceiv'd that ſought perfection in a Nunnery!