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 0.80 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
What ails your Lordship? Doctor, I am out of breath, where be these worms crept, I was never so abused since I was swaddled: hark you; those 3. Rogues that were here even now, began to lay hold of me, and told me I must give them their Spoons and Napkins; they made a thief of me, but I think I have made their flesh jelly with kicks and bastinadoes; oh I have no mercy when I set on't, I have made 'em all poor Iohns, impudent varlets; talk to me of Spoons and Napkins. Alas one of them was mad, and brought to me to cure him. Nay they were all mad, but I think I have madded 'em; I fear I have kicked two or three out of their lives; alas poor Wretches I am sorry for it now, but I have such an humour of beating & kicking when my foots in once: hark you Doctor, is it not within the compass of your physic to take down a man's courage a thought lower; the truth is, I am apt of myself to quarrel upon the least affront i'th' world, I cannot be kept in, chains will not hold me: t'other day for a less matter than this, I kicked half a dozen of high Germans, from one end of the street to the other, for but offering to shrink between me and wall; not a day goes o'er my head but I hurt somebody mortally; pox a these rogues, I am sorry at my heart I have hurt 'em so, but I can not forbear. This is strange. How? I can scarce forbear striking you now, for saying it is strange; you would not think it: oh the wounds I have given for a very look; well hark you, if it be not too late, I would be taken down, but I fear 'tis impossible, and then every one goes in danger of his life by me. Take down your spirit, look you, d'ee see this inch and a half, how tall a man do you think he was? He was twelve cubits high, and three yards' compass at the waste when I took him in hand first, i'll draw him through a ring ere I have done with him: I keep him now to break my poisons, to eat Spiders and Toads, which is the only dish his heart wishes for; a Capon destroys him, and the very sight of beef or mutton makes him sick; look, you shall see him eat his supper, come on your ways, what say you to this Spider? look how he leaps. Oh dainty. Here, saw you that? how many legs now for the haunch of a Toad. Twenty, and thank you sir, oh sweet Toad, oh admirable Toad. This is very strange, I ne'er saw the like, I never knew Spiders and Toads were such good meats before; will he not burst now?
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495 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.805 (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
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What ayles your Lordship? Doctor, I am out of breath, where be these wormes crept, I was never so abused since I was swadled: harke you; those 3. Rogues that were here even now, began to lay hold of me, and told me I must give them their Spoones and Napkins; they made a theefe of mee, but I thinke I have made their flesh jelly with kickes and bastinadoes; oh I have no mercy when I set on't, I have made e mall poore Iohns, impudent varlets; talke to me of Spoones and Napkins. Alas one of them was mad, and brought to me to cure him. Nay they were all mad, but I thinke I have madded e'm; I feare J have kickt two or three out of their lives; alas poore Wretches I am sorry for it now, but I have such an humor of beating & kicking when my footes in once: harke you Doctor, is it not within the compasse of your physicke to take downe a mans courage a thought lower; the truth is, I am apt of myselfe to quarrell upon the least affront ith' world, I cannot be kept in, chaines will not hold me: totherday for a lesse matter than this, I kickt halfe a dozen of high Germans, from one end of the streete to the other, for but offering to shrinke betweene mee and wall; not a day goes o're my head but I hurt some body mortally; poxe a these rogues, I am sorry at my heart I have hurt e'm so, but I can not forbeare. This is strange. How? I can scarce forbeare striking you now, for saying it is strange; you would not thinke it: oh the wounds J have given for a very looke; well harke you, if it be not too late, I would be taken downe, but I feare tis impossible, and then every one goes in danger of his life by me. Take downe your spirit, looke you, dee see this inch and a halfe, how tall a man doe you thinke he was? He was twelve cu its high, and three yards compasse at the waste when I tooke him in hand first, ile draw him through a ring ere I have done with him: I keepe him now to breake my poysons, to eate Spiders and Toades, which is the onely dish his heart wishes for; a Capon destroyes him, and the very sight of beefe or mutton makes him sicke; looke, you shall see him eate his supper, come on your wayes, what say you to this Spider? looke how he leapes. Oh dainty. Here, saw you that? how many legges now for the hanch of a Toade. Twenty, and thanke you sir, oh sweete Toade, oh admirable Toade. This is very strange, I nere saw the like, I never keew Spiders and Toades were such good meates before; will he not burst now?