Dekker, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1631 [1619-1631] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) (?) T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.79 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Pray my lord suffera le Princess and me for be in private, Le Doctor uses for toucha do Ooman— Do, so, whilst I for Angelo's death use speed, For till I have his heart, mine own must bleed. Oh my Baptista. I have heard the thunder aimed at your life. And it will strike me dead, With a most sudden and Invisible blow. Now that you see his vengeance apt to fall, Fly from it. How? By fair, and free access, Open your dangers to your Mistress eyes, Where she stark mad, so she be mad for love, You'll bring her to her wits, if wisely now You put her into th' way; Gold barred with locks, Is best being stolen; steal her then. 'Tis but a wrack at most, Oh on what boisterous Seas is True love tossed! THis Room smells. It has been new perfumed. Then 'tis your breeches; stand off— and shines there (say you) a Sun in our horizon full as glorious, as we ourself? So cry the common people. The common people are Rascals, lying devils, Dunghills, whose savour poisons brave men's fames, That Ape of greatness (imitating me) I mean that slavish Lord Iacomo Shall die a beggar, If at the year's end, His total of expense dares equal mine; How is his house built? Admirable fair. Fair? I'll guild mine (like Pompey's Theater) All over to outshine his; the richest hangings Persian, or Turk, or Indian slaves can weave, Shall from my purse be bought at any rates; I'll pave my great hall with a floor of Clouds, Wherein shall move an artificial Sun, Reflecting round about me, golden beams, Whose flames shall make the room seem all on fire, And when 'tis night, just as that Sun goes down, A silver Moon shall rise, drawn up by stars, And as that moves, I standing in her Orb, Will move with her, and be that man i'th' moon, So mocked in old wives tales; then over head, A roof of Woods, and Forests full of deer, Trees growing downwards, full of singing quires. And this i'll do that men with praise, may crown My fame, for turning the world upside down: And what brave gallants are Gentili's guests? The Lord Iacomo Gentili feeds All Beggars at his Table. Hang Iacome, My board shallbe no manger for poor jades To lick up provender in. He welcomes soldiers. Let soldiers beg and starve, or steal and hang. would I had here ten-thousand Soldiers heads, Their skulls set all in silver, to drink healths To his confusion, first invented war, And the health drunk to drown the bowls i'th' Sea, That very name of Soldier, makes me shrug, And think I crawl with vermin; give me Lutes, Mischief on drums, for soldiers; fetch me whores, These are men's bliss; those every Kingdoms soars, we gave in charge to search through all the world For the best Cooks, rarest musicians, And fairest girls, that will sell sin for gold.
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Length
502 words · 694 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.791 (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)
Pray my lor' suffera le Princesse and me for be in private, Le Doctor uses for toucha doe Ooman— Doe, so, whil'st I for Angeloes death use speede, For till I have his heart, mine owne must bleede. Oh my Baptista. I have heard the thunder aym'd at your life. And it will strike me dead, With a most soddaine and Invisible blowe. Now that you see his vengeance apt to fall, Flie from it. How? By fayre, and free accesse, Open your dangers to your Mistris eyes, Where shee starke mad, so she be mad for love, You'le bring her to her witts, if wisely now You put her intoth' way; Gold bar'd with locks, Is best being stolne; steale her then. 'Tis but a wracke at most, Oh on what boisterous Seas is True love tost! THis Roome smells. It has bin new perfum'd. Then 'tis your breeches; stand off—and shines there (say you) a Sun in our horizon full as glorious, as we our selfe? So cry the common people. The common people are Rascalls, lying devills, Dung-hills, whose savor poisons brave mens fames, That Ape of greatnesse (imitating mee) I meane that slavish Lord Iacomo Shall die a beggar, If at the yeares end, His totall of expence dares equall mine; How is his house built? Admirable faire. Faire? Ile guild mine (like Pompey's Theater) All ore to out-shine his; the richest hangings Persian, or Turke, or Indian slaves can weave, Shall from my purse be bought at any rates; Ile pave my great hall with a floare of Clowdes, Wherein shall move an artificiall Sunne, Reflecting round about me, golden beames, Whose flames shall make the roome seeme all on fire, And when 'tis night, just as that Sun goes downe, A silver Moone shall rise, drawne up by starres, And as that moves, I standing in her Orbe, Will move with her, and be that man ith' moone, So mock't in old wives tales; then over head, A roofe of Woods, and Forests full of Deere, Trees growing downwards, full of singing quiers. And this i'le doe that men with prayse, may crowne My fame, for turning the world upside downe: And what brave gallants are Gentilies guestes? The Lord Iacomo Gentili feeds All Beggars at his Table. Hang Iacome, My boarde shalbe no manger for poore jades To lick up provinder in. He welcomes souldiers. Let souldiors beg and starue, or steale and hange. Wo'd I had heere ten-thousand Souldiors heads, Their sculs set all in silver, to drinck healthes To his confusion, first invented warre, And the health drunck to drowne the bowles i'th Sea, That very name of Souldior, makes me shrugg, And thinck I crawle with vermin; give me Lutes, Mischiefe on drumms, for souldiors; fetch me whores, These are mens blisse; those every Kingdomes soares, Wee gave in charge to search through all the world For the best Cookes, rarest musitians, And fairest girles, that will sell sinne for gold.