Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Sophister (Fallacy, or The Troubles of Great Hermenia) · chunk 27 of 32

Zouche, Richard · published 1639 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1620] (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 477 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.

How he fell in you have heard already, and for his deliverance this it was. I by reason of this coat (which how I got I list not now to tell) being taken of Fallacy for Ambiguity received of him these keys, with direction to go to his closet, together with a certain viol he delivered me which my curiosity quickly apprehending, I went and found the young Lord Intellect in one room, the Lady Truth and her daughters in others, all which I have thence delivered. O act Heroical! And were you in his closet? A closet do you call it I will be sworn it is a spacious storehouse of all subtleties, a Burse of impostures, an Italy of poisons, a Frankford of false Authors, there are infinite Iliads of Hermetical precepts, many barrels of white powder, bales of false dice, boxes of false weights, bags of counterfeit coin, golden fishhooks, iron rakes, visards, and dark lanterns for thieves, masks and painting for Gentlewomen; for all he furnished them daily enough to load an Argosy, or a Spanish Carack. And what was in the viol you named? O, I thought to tell you: the rarest receipt that ever was composed, Predea nor Circe never made the Like. What was it poison? When he gave it me, I marked he said it wrought powerfully, and so mistrusting the effect, tried the conclusion upon a dog I met, which no sooner had tasted a dram of it, but dragging his tail on the ground he grinned and snarled and presently ran mad, which effect I observing, thought I had now opportunity to requite a kindness Ambiguity did me, and so tempering it in a cup of sweet wine, adventured amongst Fallacies followers, who bravely carousing to their good fortunes, let my cup go round amongst them, and presently they all danced Frantic, so that nothing grieved me, but that Ambiguity was not amongst them. O strange! will any drug cause madness? Easily. Quid bibit inde furit, I have both read and seen it, and I fear Discourse's madness might have such a cause. But do you hear Lord Proposition, If he through artificial means lies mad, As by these signs 'tis more than probable, I know he may be helped again by Art; Let him but purge and bleed in his head vein, I dare to warrant his recovery. Happy Hermenia, if again she see Discourse recovered, and for ever bound To your discreet good will and worthy love Vouchsafed to us, in your friendly presence. What cunning Chirurgeon hath Parthesia? Here's one well practised skilful, fortunate Analysis, who hath well nigh recured The life-despairing brothers, Topicus and Demonstration. Let him straight Take care of him. Sir, would you go your fair direction might assist us much. With all my heart, young Lord pray lead the way.
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PlayThe Sophister (Fallacy, or The Troubles of Great Hermenia)
AuthorZouche, Richard
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1614 [c.1614-1620]
First performance (BritDrama)1620 [1610-1631]
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1102 · TCP A15873 · DEEP 919
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1115–1142 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 32 in this edition
Length477 words · 629 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T3 — Sickness, physic and doctors at 0.711
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
How he fell in you have heard already, and for his deliverance this it was. I by reason of this coate (which how I got I list not now to tell) being taken of Fallacy for Ambiguity received of him these keyes, with direction to go to his closet, together with a certaine violl he delivered me which my curiosity quickely apprehending, I went and found the young Lord Intellect in one roome, the Lady Truth and her daughters in others, all which I have thence delivered. O act Heroicall! And were you in his closet? A closet doe you call it I will be sworne it is a spacious storehouse of all subtilties, a Burse of impostures, an Italy of poysons, a Frankefurt of false Authors, there are infinite Iliads of Hermeticall precepts, many barrels of white powder, bales of false dice, boxes of false weights, bags of counterfet coine, golden fishhookes, iron rakes, vizards, and darke Lanthornes for theeves, maskes and painting for Gentlewomen; for all hee furnished them dayly enough to load an Argosy, or a Spanish Catrick. And what was in the violl you nam'd? O, I thought to tell you: the rarest receipt that ever was composed, Predea nor Circe never made the Like. What was it poyson? When he gave it me, I mark't he said it wrought powerfully, and so mistrusting the effect, tride the conclusion upon a dog I met, which no sooner had tasted a dram of it, but dragging his tail on the ground he grin'd and snarl'd and presently ran mad, which effect I observing, thought I had now opportunity to requite a kindnesse Ambiguity did me, and so tempering it in a cup of sweet wine, adventur'd amongst Fallacies followers, who bravely carousing to their good fortunes, let my cup go round amongst them, and presently they all daunc't Frantique, so that nothing grieved me, but that Ambiguity was not amongst them. O strange! will any drug cause madnesse? Easily. Quid bibit inde furit, I have both read and seene it, and I feare Discourse's madnesse might have such a cause. But doe you heare Lord Proposition, If he through artificiall meanes lies mad, As by these signes tis more then probable, I know he may be help't again by Art; Let him but purge and bleed in his head veine▪ I dare to warrant his recovery. Happy Hermenia, if againe she see Discourse recover'd, and for ever bound To your discreet good will and worthy love Vouchsafed to us, in your friendly presence. What cunning Chirurgeon hath Parthesia? Here's one well practis'd skilfull, fortunate Analysis, who hath well nigh recur'd The life-despairing brothers, Topicus and Demonstration. Let him straight Take care of him. Sir, would you goe your faire direction might assist us much. With all my heart, young Lord pray lead the way.