Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1626 [licensed for stage, Feb 9] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.81 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Not unlikely. Will you see the devil sir? Ha, the devil? not at this time, I am in some haste, Any thing but the devil I durst fight with all, hark You Doctor, letting these things pass, hearing Of your skill, I am come in my own person, for A fragment of your art, hark you, have you any Receipts to procure love sir? All the degrees of it this is ordinary. Nay I would not have it too strong, the Lady I intend it for, is pretty well taken already, an easing working thing does it. Here's a powder whose ingrediences were fetched From Arabia the happy, a sublimation of the Phoenix Ashes, when she last burned herself, it bears the Colour of cinnamon, two or three souples put into A cup of wine, fetches up her heart, she can scarce Keep it in, for running out of her mouth to you My noble Lord. That, let me have that, Doctor I know 'tis dear, Will that gold buy it? Your honour is bountiful, there needs no circumstance, Minister it by whom you please, your intention binds it to operation. So, so Catalina, I will put your morning's draught In my pocket— Doctor, I would not be seen. Please you my Lord obscure yourself behind these hangings then, till they be gone, I'll dispatch'em the sooner; or if your honour think fit, 'tis but clouding your person with a simple cloak of mine, and you may at pleasure pass without discovery, my Anatomy shall wait on you. Prithee come back yet. Oh by any means go laynes. Dost thou think it possible that any man can tell where thy things are, but he that stole 'em, he's but a juggling imposter, a my conscience, come back again. Nay now we are at furthest, be not ruled by him, I know he is a cunning man, he told me my fortune once when I was to go a journey by water, that if I scaped drowning, I should do well enough, and I have lived ever since. Well I will try, I am resolved; stay, here he is Pedro, you are acquainted with him, break the ice, he is alone. Bless you Mr. Doctor; sir presuming on your Art, here is a fellow of mine, indeed the Butler, for want of a better; has lost a dozen of diaper spoons, and halfe a dozen of silver Napkins yesterday, they were seen by all three of us in the morning between six and seven set up, and what spirit of the Buttery hath stolen'em before eight, is invisible to our understanding. He hath delivered you the case right: I beseech you sir do what you can for a servant, that is like to be in a lamentable case else, here's a gratuity. Now we shall see what the devil can do, heigh, here's one of his spirits I think.
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Length
488 words · 623 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.813 (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)
Not unlikely. Will you see the devill sir? Ha, the devill? not at this time, I am in some hast, Any thing but the devill I durst fight with all, harke You Doctor, letting these things passe, hearing Of your skill, I am come in my owne p rson, for A fragment of your art, harke you, have you any to procure love sir? All the degrees of it this is ordinary. Nay I would not have it too strong, the Lady I intend it for, is pretty well taken already, an easing working thing does it. Here a powder whose ingrediences were fetchd From Arab the happy, a sublimation of the Phoenix Ashes, when she last burned her selfe, it beares the Colo r of sinamon, two or three souples put into A cup of wine, fetches up her heart can scar e Keepe it in, for running out of her mouth to you My nob e Lord. That, let me have that, Doctor I know tis deare, Will that gold buy it? Your honour is bountifull, there needs no circumstance, Minister it by whom you please, your intention binds it to operation. So, so Catalina, I will put your mornings draught In my pocket— Doctor, I would not be seene. Please you my Lord obscure your selfe behinde these hangings then, till they be gone, Ile dispatch'em the sooner; or if your honour thinke fit, tis but clouding your person with a simple cloake of mine, and you may at pleasure passe without discovery, my Anotomy shall waite on you. Prethee come backe yet. Oh by any meanes goe laynes. Dost thou thinke it possible that any man can tell where thy things are, but he that stole 'em, hee's but a jugling imposter, a my conscience, come backe againe. Nay now wee are at furthest, be not rul'd by him, I know he is a cunning man, he told me my fortune once when I was to goe a journey by water, that if I scapt drowning, I should doe well enough, and I have iiv'd ever since. Well I will try, I am resolv'd; stay, here hee is Pedro, you are acquainted with him, breake the ice, he is alone. Blesse you Mr. Doctor; sir presuming on your Art, here is a fellow of mine, indeede the Butler, for want of a better; has lost a dozen of Dyaper spoones, and halfe a dozen of silver Napkins yesterday, they were seene by all three of us in the morning betweene sixe and seven set up, and what spirit of the Buttery hath stollen'em before eight, is invisible to our understanding. He hath delivered you the case right: I beseech you sir doe what you can for a servant, that is like to be in a lamentable case else, heres a gratuity. Now we shall see what the devill can do, hey, heres one of his spirits I thinke.