Dekker, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1631 [1619-1631] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) (?) T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.77 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
He that she finds most ease in, is Dr. Iordan. I will give half my Dukedom for her health. Well, well, If death do take her, he shall have the sweetest bedfellow that ever lay by lean mans-side. I entreat thee Nurse be tender over her. Tender quoth 'a? I'm sure my heels are grown as hard as hooves, with trotting for her, I'll put you in one comfort. What's that Nurse? In her greatest conflict sh'as had a worthy feeling of herself. So, so, I'm glad of it my Lord of Pisa. Under this common blow, which might have struck the strongest heart, here pray do not you shrink. Sickness is life's retainer, Sir, and I (What is not to be shunned) bear patiently; But had she health as sound as hath the spring, She would to me prove sickly Autumn still. Oh say not so, I find it, for being loyal, As the touch-needle to one star still turning, I lose that star, my faith is paid with scorning. Who then with eademque wings of faith and truth, would in her sunbeams play away his youth, And kiss those flames, which burn but out mine eyes, With scalding rivers of her cruelties? 'Tis but her wayward sickness casts this eye of slightness on you. 'Tis my Lord her hate; For when death sits even almost on her brows, She spreads her arms abroad, to welcome him, When in my bridal-bed I find a grave. Now Mutio? There's a Frenchman come to court, A professed Doctor, that has seen the Princess, And will on her recovery pawn his life. Comfort from heaven, I hope, let's see this Doctor. Welcome good Doctor: have you seen my daughter? Restore her health, and nothing in my Dukedom, Shall be too dear for thee, how do you judge her? Be me trat me Lord, I find her a very bad lady, & no well. Piero take the Duke of Pisa pray and be your sister's visi. Sir we shall, if the Duke please— (tants. The poisoned may drink gall. Attend the Duke. The party Sir. Thou shalt have Caesar's pay— my Coach, Old Ianuary goes to lie with May. Doctor I thus have singled you, to sound The depth of my girl's sickness, that if no skill Of man can save her, I against heavens will, May arm my breast with patience, therefore be free. By my tro' and fa'my Lor', me no point can play The hound, and fawn upon de most puissant Roy in de world; A Frenchman bear the brave mind for dat. So, so, I like him better. Me gra tank you, now for de malady of de Princess, Me one two, three time, feel her pulse, and ron up and down all De oder parts of her body, and find noting but dat She be trobla with le grand desire of de man. A great desire of a man?
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Length
491 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.775 (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)
He that she findes most ease in, is Dr. Iordan. I will give halfe my Duke-dome for her health. Well, well, If death do take her, he shall have the sweetest bed-fellow that ever lay by leane mans-side. I entreate thee Nurse be tender over her. Tender quoth a? I'me sure my heeles are growne as hard as hoofes, with trotting for her, I'le put you in one comfort. What's that Nurse? In her greatest conflict sh'as had a worthy feeling of her selfe. So, so, I'me glad of it my Lord of Pisa. Vnder this common blow, which might have strooke the strongest heart, here pray doe not you shrinke. Sicknes is lifes retainer, Sir, and I (What is not to be shun'd) beare patiently; But had she health as sound as hath the spring, She wo'dto me prove sickly Autumne still. Oh say not so, I finde it, for being loyall, As the touch-needle to one starre still turning, I loose that starre, my faithis paid with scorning. Who then with eag'es wings of faith and truth, W'ud in her sun-beames plaie away his youth, And kisse those flames, which burne but out mine eyes, With sealding rivers of her cruelties? 'Tis but her way-ward sicknes casts this eye of slightnes on you. 'Tis my Lord her hate; For when death sits even almost on her browes, She spreads her armes abroad, to welcome him, When in my bridall-bed I finde a grave. Now Mutio? There's a French-man come to court, A profest Doctour, that has seen the Princesse, And will on her recovery pawne his life. Comfort from heaven, I hope, let's see this Doctour. Welcome good Doctour: have you seen my daughter? Restore her health, and nothing in my Duke-dome, Shall be too deare for thee, how doe you Iudge her? Be me trat me Lord, I finde her a very bad lady, & no well. Piero take the Duke of Pisa pray and be your sisters visi. Sir we shall, if the Duke please—(tants. The poysoned may drinke gall. Attend the Duke. The party Sir. Thou shalt have Caesars pay—my Coach, Old Ianuary goes to lie with May. Doctor I thus have singled you, to sound The depth of my girles sicknes, that if no skill Of man can save her, I against heavens will, May arme my breast with patience, therefore be free. By my tra' and fa'my Lor', me no point can play The hound, and fawne upon de most puissant Roy in de world; A French-man beare the brave minde for dat. So, so, I like him better. Me gra tanke you, now for de maladie of de Princesse, Me one two, tre time, feele her pulse, and ron up and downe all De oder parts of her body, and finde noting but dat She be trobla with le gran desire of de man. A great desire of a man?