Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 13 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.87 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
there's one can better satisfy you. Mistress Alice, I joy to see you Lady. Good Monsieur Thomas, You're welcome from your travel: I am hasty, A Gentleman lies sick sir. And how dost thou? I must know, and I will know. Excellent well, As well as may be, thank ye. I am glad on't, And prithee hark. I cannot stay. A while Alice. Never look so narrowly, the mark's in her mouth still, I am looking at her legs, prithee be quiet. I cannot stay. O sweet Alice. A clean instep, And that I love a life: I did not mark This woman half so well before, how quick And nimble like a shadow, there her leg showed: By th' mass a neat one, the colour of her stocking, A much inviting colour. My good Monsieur, I have no time to talk now, Pretty breeches, Finely becoming too. By heaven. She will not, I can assure you that, and so But this word. I cannot, nor I will not: good Lord. Well you shall hear more from me. we'll go visit 'Tis charity: beside I know she is there: And under visitation I shall see her Will ye along? By any means. Be sure then I be a civil man: I have sport in hand boys Shall make mirth for a marriage day. Away then. A Pleurisy. I see it. I rather hold it For tremor cordis. Do you mark the Pheses? 'Tis a most pestilent contagious fever, A surfeit, a plaguy surfeit: he must bleed. By no means. I say bleed. I say 'tis dangerous: The person being spent so much before hand, And nature drawn so low, clysters, cool clysters. Now with your favours, I should think a vomit: For take away the cause, the effect must follow, The stomach's foul and furred, the pot's unflamed yet. No, no, we'll rectify that part by mild means, Nature so sunk, must find no violence. Wilt please ye draw near? the weak gentleman Grows worse and worse still. Come, we will attend him. He shall do well my friend. My master's love sir. Excellent well I warrant thee, right and straight friend. there's no doubt in him, none at all, never fear him. THat he is desperate sick, I do believe well, And that without a speedy cure, it kills him, But that it lies within the help of physic, Now to restore his health, or art to cure him: Believe it you are cozened: clean beside it. I would tell ye the true cause too, but 'twould vex ye, Nay, run ye mad. May all I have restore him? So dearly and so tenderly I love him, I do not know the cause why, yea my life too. Now I perceive ye so well set, I'll tell you, Hei mihi quod nullis amor, est medicabilis herbis.
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477 words · 654 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.867 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Ther's one can better ſatisfie you. Miſtreſſe Alice, I joy to ſee you Lady. Good Monſieur Thomas, You'r welcome from your travell: I am haſty, A Gentleman lies ſicke ſir. And how do'ſt thou? I muſt know, and I will know. Excellent well, As well as may be, thank ye. I am glad on't, And prethee harke. I cannot ſtay. A while Alice. Never looke ſo narrowly, the mark's in her mouth ſtill, I am looking at her legs, prethee be quiet. I cannot ſtay. O ſweete Alice. A cleane inſtep, And that I love a life: I did not marke This woman halfe ſo well before, how quicke And nimble like a ſhadow, there her leg ſhew'd: By th' mas a neat one, the colour of her ſtocking, A much inviting colour. My good Monſieur, I have no time to talke now, Pretty breeches, Finely becomming too. By heaven. She will not, I can aſſure you that, and ſo But this word. I cannot, nor I will not: good Lord. Well you ſhall heare more from me. Wee'll goe viſite 'Tis charity: beſides I know ſhe is there: And under viſitation I ſhall ſee hir Will ye along? By any meanes. Be ſure then I be a civill man: J have ſport in hand boyes Shall make mirth for a marriage day. Away then. A Pluriſie. I ſee it. I rather hold it For tremor cordis. Doe you marke the Pheſes? 'Tis a moſt peſtilent contagious feaver, A ſurfet, a plaguy ſurfet: he muſt bleed. By no meanes. I ſay bleed. I ſay 'tis dangerous: The perſon being ſpent ſo much before hand, And nature drawne ſo low, clyſters, coole clyſters. Now with your favours, J ſhould think a vomit: For take away the cauſe, the effect muſt follow, The ſtomack's foule and fur'd, the pot's unflam'd yet. No, no, wee'l rectifie that part by milde meanes, Nature ſo ſunke, muſt finde no violence. Wilt pleaſe ye draw neere? the weake gentleman Growes worſe and worſe ſtill. Come, we will attend him. He ſhall doe well my friend. My maſters love ſir. Excellent well I warrant thee, right and ſtraight friend. Ther's no doubt in him, none at all, nev'r feare him. THat he is deſprate ſick, I do beleeve well, And that without a ſpedy cure, it kils him, But that it lyes within the help of phyſicke, Now to reſtore his health, or art to cure him: Beleeve it you are coſened: cleane beſide it. I would tell ye the true cauſe too, but 'twould vexe ye, Nay, run ye mad. May all I have reſtore him? So deerely and ſo tenderly I love him, I doe not know the cauſe why, yea my life too. Now I perceive ye ſo well ſet, I'le tell you, Hei mihi quod nullis amor, eſt medicabilis herbis.