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 0.73 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Between 7 and 8. the hour; the 1 Luna, the 2 Saturn, the 3 Iupiter, the 4 Mars, the 5 Sol, the 6 Venus, the 7 Mercury, ha then it was stolen, Mercury is a thief, your goods are stolen. Was Mercury the thief, pray where dwells he? Mercury is above the Moon man. Alas sir 'tis a great way thither. Did not I tell you you would be gulled. Well you're a servant, I'll do something for you; What will you say, if I show you the man that stole your Spoons and Napkins presently, will that satisfy you. I'll desire no more, oh good Mr. Doctor. If he does that, i'll believe he has cunning. Go to, hears a glass. lo you there now. Stand your backs North, and stir not till I bid you; What see you there? Here's nothing. Look again, and mark, stand yet more North. Now I see somebody. 1 And I. Mark this fellow muffled in the cloak, he hath stolen your spoons and Napkins, does he not skulk. 'Foote 'tis strange, he looks like a thief, this Doctor I see is cunning. Oh rogue how shall's come by him, oh for an Officer, Yet stir not, Oh he's gone, where is he? Be not too rash, my Art tells me there is danger in't, you must be blindfold all, if you observe me not, all is to no purpose, you must not see till you be forth a doors, shut your eyes, and lead one another, when you are abroad open them and you shall see again. The thief? The same, then use your pleasures, so, be sure you see not, conduct them Scarabeo. Oh Mr. Doctor I have got this opportunity to come to you, but I cannot stay, here's my water, pray sweet Mr. Doctor, tell me, I am in great fear that I have lost— What? My maidenhead sir, you can tell by my water. Dost not thou know? Oh I do some what doubt myself, for this morning when I rose, I found a pair of breeches on my bed, and I have had a great suspicion ever since, it is an evil sign they say, and one does not know what may be in those breeches sometimes; sweets Mr. Doctor, am I a maid still or no, I would be sorry to lose my maiden head ere I were aware, I fear I shall never be honest after it. Let me see Urina meretrix; the colour is a strumpet, but the contents deceive not, your maiden head is gone. And is there no hope to find it again? You are not everybody, by my Art, as in other things that have been stolen, he that hath stolen your maiden head shall bring it again. Thank you sweet Mr. Doctor, I am in your debt for this good news; oh sweet news sweet Mr. Doctor. Cry your honour mercy, good my Lord. Out you slaves, oh my toes.
nodes 1101–1134 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 35 in this edition
Length
500 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.733 (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)
Betweene 7 and 8. the houre; the 1 Luna, the 2 Saturne, the 3 Iupiter, the 4 Mars, the 5 Sol, the 6 Ven s, the 7 Mercury, ha then it was stolne, Mercury is a thiefe, your goods are stolne. Was Mercury the thiefe, pray where dwells he? Mercury is above the Moone man. Alas sir tis a great way thither. Did not I tell you you would be gull'd. Well y'are a servant, Ile doe something for you; What will you say, if I shew you the man that stole your Spoones and Napkins presently, will that satisfie you. Ile desire no more, oh good Mr. Doctor. If he does that, ile beleve he has cunning. Goe to, heares a glasse. Loe you there now. Stand your backes North, and stirre not till I bid you; What see you there? Heres nothing. Looke agen, and marke, stand yet more North. Now I see somebody. 1 And I. Marke this fellow mu fled in the cloake, he hath stolne your spoones and Napkins, does he not skulke. Foote tis strange, he lookes like a theefe, this Doctor see is cunning. Oh rogue how shall's come by him, oh for an Officer, Yet stirre not, Oh hees gone, where is he? Be not too rash, my Art tells me there is danger in't, you must be blinfold all, if you observe me not, all is to no purpose, you must not see till you be forth a doores, shut your eyes, and leade one another, when you are abroad open them and you shall see agen. The thiefe? The same, then use your pleasures, so, be sure you see not, conduct them Scarabeo. Oh Mr. Doctor I have got this opportunity to come to you, but I cannot stay, heres my water, pray sweet Mr. Doctor, tell me, I am in great feare that I have lost— What? My maidenhead sir, you can tell by my water. Dost not thou know? Oh I doe some what doubt my selfe, for this morning when I rose, I found a paire of breeches on my bed, and I have had a great suspition ever since, it is an evill signe they say, and one does not know what may be in those breeches sometimes; sweets Mr. Doctor, am I maid still or no, I would be sorry to loose my maiden head ere I were aware, I feare I shall never be honest after it. Let me see Vrina meretrix; the colour is a strumpet, but the contents deceive not, your maiden head is gone. And is there no hope to finde it againe? You are not every body, by my Art, as in other things that have beene stolne, he that hath stolne your maiden head shall bring it againe. Thanke you sweet Mr. Doctor, I am in your debt for this good newes; oh sweet newes sweet Mr. Doctor. Cry your honour mercy, good my Lord. Out you slaves, oh my toes.