Dekker, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1631 [1619-1631] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) (?) T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.68 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
No, but I had a stomach to one dish, and the not tasting it, makes me sick at heart. Was it fish or flesh? Flesh sure, if I hit the mark right. is't not the missing of a mark (which you long to hit) Makes you draw sighs in stead of arrows? Would I had been a thousand leagues from thence, When I sat down at's table or been partner With Angelo Lotti in his banishment; Oh! sister Alphonsina, there I drank My bane the strongest poison that e'er man Drew from a Lady's eye, now swelling in me. By casting of thy water thy, I guess thou wouldst Have a medicine for the green sickness. 'Tis a green wound indeed. Tent it, tent it, and keep it from rankling, you are Over head and ears in love. I am and with such mortal Arrows pierced I shall fall down— There's no hurt in that. And die unless he her pity Send me a quick and sweet recovery. And faith what doctress is she must call you patient? Fair Dariene, the Lord Vanny's wife— How! Dariene? can no feather fit you but the broach in an Old man's hat? were there so many dainty dishes To fill your belly, and must you needs long for that dish The master of the house sets up for his own tooth. Could love be like a subject, tied to laws, Then might you speak this language. Love? a disease as common with young-gallants as Swaggering and drinking Tobacco, there's not one Of 'em all but will today lie drawing on for a Woman, as if they were puffing and blowing at a straight boot, And tomorrow be ready to knock at death's door, But I would fain see one of you enter and set in His staff. You shall see me then do so. I shall look so old first, I shall be taken for thy grandam; come, come 'tis but a worm between the skin And the flesh, and to be taken out with the point of a Waiting-woman's needle, as well as a great Countesses. If this be all the comfort you will lend me, Would you might leave me— Leave thee in sickness? I had more need give thee a Caudle; and thrust thy addle-head into a nightcap, for look you brother— Even what you will must out If what you will might so too, then would you be in Tune: I warrant, if the sucket stood here before Thee, thy stomach would go against it. Yes sure my stomach would go against it: 'Tis only that which breeds in me despair. Despair for a woman? they hang about men's Necks in some places thicker than hope upon poles. Her walls of chastity cannot be beaten down. Walls of chastity? walls of wafer-cakes, I have Known a woman carry a featherbed, and a man in't In her mind, when in the street she cast up the white of Her eye like a Puritan.
nodes 133–186 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 30 in this edition
Length
503 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.679 (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)
No, but I had a stomack to one dish, and the not tasting it, makes me sick at heart. Was it fish or flesh? Flesh sure, if I hit the marke right. I'st not the missing of a marke (which you long to hit) Makes you draw sighes in stead of arrowes? Would I had beene a thousand leagues from thence, When I sat downe at's table or bin partner With Angelo Lotti in his banishment; Oh! sister Alphonsina, there I dranke My bae the strongest poison that e're man Drew from a Ladies eye, now swelling in me. By casting of thy water thy, I guesse thou would'st Have a medcine for the greene sicknes. 'Tis a greene wound indeed. Tent it, tent it, and keepe it from ranckling, you are Over head and eares in love. I am and with such mortall Arrowes pierc't I shall fall downe— There's no hurt in that. And dye unlesse he her pitty Send me a quicke and sweete recovery. And faith what doctresse is she must call you patient? Faire Dariene, the Lord Vannies wife— How! Dariene? can no feather fit you but the broach in an Old mans hatt? were there so many dainty dishes To fill your belly, and must you needs long for that dish The master of the house setts up for his owne tooth. Could love be like a subject, tied to lawes, Then might you speake this language. Love? a disease as common with young-gallants as Swaggering and drinking Tobacco, there's not one Of 'um all but will to day ly drawing on for a Woman, as if they were puffing and blowing at a streight boot, And to morrow be ready to knock at deathes doore, But I wo'd faine see one of you enter and set in His staffe. You shall see me then do so. I shall looke so old first, I shall be taken for thy grandame; come, come 'tis but a worme betweene the skinne And the flesh, and to be taken out with the point of a Waiting-womans needle, as well as a great Countesses. If this be all the comfort you will lend me, Would you might leave me— Leave thee in sicknes? I had more need give thee a Caudle; and thrust thy adle-head into a night-Capp, for looke you brother— Even what you will must out If what you will might so too, then would you be in Tune: I warrant, if the sucket stood here before Thee, thy stomach would goe against it. Yes sure my stomack would goe against it: 'Tis onely that which breeds in me despaire. Despaire for a woman? they hang about mens Neckes in some places thicker then hope upon poles. Her walls of chastitie cannot be beaten downe. Walls of chastitie? walls of wafer-cakes, I have Knowne a woman carry a fether-bed, and a man in't In her minde, when in the streete she cast up the white of Her eye like a Puritane.