Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.80 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Run for the Doctor Geoffrey. Let him stay, Death's Image cannot show so ghastly to me As would the shape of Doctor, I'll have none. Nay sweet Nan be persuaded. If he come Good faith I'll live no longer. Sooth her up, Or she will grow to frenzy. How doth my sweet heart? Sick, oh sick at heart, and you keep such a buzzing In my ears, that I can take no rest; Would you would leave me. See here's my Lord. From whom, if't Be his will, the Lord deliver me. The maid talks idly. What would my honey have? Your absence, Mother, and yours, and all of you; I am but dead Unless you give me rest; oh sick, sick, sick, Your tongues like untuned Bells, sound in my ears, Nothing but Grave and Church-yard. Whom wilt have To watch with thee all night? None but my Father, All tongues are noise and discords saving his; But his like charming Music, quietly Summons my eyes to rest; and could I sleep once I hope I should be better, oh. 'Tis best to humour her. I shall disclaim all friendship with that tongue That speaks another syllable; this prating It strikes quite through my head, and makes it beat As it would fall in pieces. Silence all. Mother, you talk of silence, and yet speak; how can that be? Mum. if you were sick at heart as I, you'd Say mum were a word, Mum sounds to me, being sick, Loud as a Cannon; why so? I thank you all, indeed you Do me now a wondrous kindness; I pray, pray for me, I shall be well at midnight, well at heart; And at head too I hope: and Mother, nay reply not, I'm like the man that could endure no noise Inth' silent woman, answer all in signs; Mother I hope ere morning I shall find Some more hearts ease; remember when you see't, I told you of't before hand: I would sleep: Hand in my bed, I'll turn to the wall, and try if I can Sleep, so good night all. So, softly as you can; some little rest Will bring her to her temper, for this night We will commit her to her Father's charge, since she so Much desires it. Any thing to give her least content. Thou know'st my mind, what thou hast undertook Manage with good discretion. 'Tis as safe Here in my breast as under bolts and locks, The cunningest picklock tongue that ever spoke Shall turn these springs to ope them; farewell sir. Farewell good Roger, but no word to' your Master Of what I have revealed thee kept from him. As I would do a kindness, lay't in me, From my old fellow Geoffrey. Now my Lord; I am still labouring for the general Good, to have my house at peace, and you content; But Wife, how is't with Nan?
Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1110 · TCP A19888 · DEEP 928
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 2579–2647 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 40 in this edition
Length
490 words · 630 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.797 (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)
Run for the Doctor Geffery. Let him ſtay, Deaths Image cannot ſhew ſo gaſtly to me As would the ſhape of Doctor, Ile have none. Nay ſweet Nan be perſwaded. If he come Good faith Ile live no longer. Sooth her up, Or ſhe will grow to frenzy. How doth my ſweet heart? Sicke, oh ſicke at heart, and you keepe ſuch a buzzing In my eares, that I can take no reſt; Would you would leave mee. See here's my Lord. From whom, if't Be his will, the Lord deliver me. The maid talkes idly. What would my honey have? Your abſence, Mother, and yours, and all of you; I am but dead Unleſſe you give me reſt; oh ſicke, ſicke, ſicke, Your tongues like untun'd Bells, ſound in my eares, Nothing but Grave and Church-yard. Whom wilt have To watch with thee all night? None but my Father, All tongues are noiſe and diſcords ſaving his; But his like charming Muſicke, quietly Summons my eyes to reſt; and could I ſleepe once I hope I ſhould be better, oh. 'Tis beſt to humour her. I ſhall diſclaime all friendſhip with that tongue That ſpeakes another ſillable; this prating It ſtrikes quite through my head, and makes it beate As it would fall in peeces. Silence all. Mother, you talke of ſilence, and yet ſpeake; how can that be? Mum. if you were ſicke at heart as I, you'de Say mum were a word, Mum ſounds to me, being ſicke, Loud as a Cannon; why ſo? I thanke you all, indeed you Doe me now a wondrous kindneſſe; I pray, pray for me, I ſhall be well at midnight, well at heart; And at head too I hope: and Mother, nay reply not, I'me like the man that could endure no noiſe In'th ſilent woman, anſwer all in ſignes; Mother I hope ere morning I ſhall find Some more hearts eaſe; remember when you ſee't, I told you of't before hand: I would ſleepe: Hand in my bed, Ile turne to the wall, and try if I can Sleepe, ſo good night all. So, ſoftly as you can; ſome little reſt Will bring her to her temper, for this night We will commit her to her Fathers charge, ſince ſhe ſo Much deſires it. Any thing to give her leaſt content. Thou knowſt my mind, what thou haſt undertooke Mannage with good diſcretion. 'Tis as ſafe Here in my breaſt as under bolts and lockes, The cunning'ſt pick-locke tongue that ever ſpake Shall turne theſe ſprings to ope them; farewell ſir. Farewell good Roger, but no word to' your Maſter Of what I have reveal'd thee kept from him. As I would doe a kindneſſe, lay't in me, From my old fellow Geffery. Now my Lord; I am ſtill labouring for the generall Good, to have my houſe at peace, and you content; But Wife, how is't with Nan?