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 0.83 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
It shall ne'er swell him, by tomorrow he shall be an inch abated, and I can with another experiment plump him and heighten him at my pleasure; i'll warrant i'll take you down my Lord. Nay but d'ee here, do I look like a Spider-catcher, or toad-eater. Far be it from Shirkino, I have gentle pellets for your Lordship, shall melt in your mouth,' and take of your valour insensibly; Lozenges that shall comfort your stomach, and but at a week restrain your fury two or three thoughts; does your honour think I would forget myself, I show you by this Rat what I can do by Art: your Lordship shall have an easy composition, no hurt i'th' world in't; here take but half a dozen of these going to bed, ere morning; it shall work gently, and in the virtue appear every day afterward. But if I find myself breaking out into fury, I may take 'em often; here's for your pellets of Lozenges, what rare physic is this? I'll put it in practise presently, farewell Doctor. Happiness wait on your egregious Lordship, my physic Shall make your body soluble, but for working on your spirit, believe it when you find it; with any lies we must set forth siour'mples and compositions to utter them: so this is a good day's work; lean chaps lay up, and because you have performed handsomely, there is some silver for you, lay up my properties: 'tis night already, thus we knaves will thrive, when honest plainness know not how to live. Art sure she has ta'en it? As sure as I am alive? she never eat with Such an appetite, for I found none left, I would Be loath to have it so sure in my belly, it will work Rarely twelve hours hence. Thus we work sure then, time runs upon Th' appointed hour, Valasco should rid me of all my Fears at once, upon thy life be careful to direct Him at his first approach, I am sick till she Be delivered; be secret as the night, i'll to my Chamber, be very careful. Art sure thou hast the time right. Doubt not, yonder's her chamber, the light speaks it; softly. whose's there? Vallasco? I. That way, make no noise, things are prepared, softly So, so, this is good I hope and weight too, my Lady Berinthia will be sure enough anon, I shall near Get more higher, I had much ado to persuade her To the spice, but I swore it was a cordial my Lady Used herself, and poor fool she has swallowed it Sure. Madam fear not I am your friend. Who are you? Stop her mouth, away. So, so, they are gone, alas poor Valasco I pity thee, But we creatures of politic Ladies must hold the Same bias with our Mistresses, and 'tis some policy To make them respect us the better, for fear our Teeth be not strong enough to keep in our tongues: Now must I study out some tale by morning to salute My old Lord withal.
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515 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.833 (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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It shall nere well him, by to morrow hee shall be an inch abated, and I can with an other experiment plumpe him and highten him at my pleasure; ile warrant ile take you downe my Lord. Nay but dee here, doe I looke like a Spider-catcher, or Toade-eater. Farre be it from Shirkino, I have gentle pellets for your Lordship, shall melt in your mouth, 'and take of your valour insensibly; Lozenges that shall comfort your stomacke, and but at a weeke restraine your fury two or three thoughts; does your honour thinke I would forget my selfe, I shew you by this Rat what I can doe by Art: your Lordship shall have an easie composition, no hurt ith' world in't; here take but halfe a dozen of these going to bed, e're morning; it shall worke gently, and in the vertue appeare every day afterward. But if I find myselfe braking out into fury, I may take e'm often; heres for your pellers of Lozenges, what rare physicke is this? Ile put it in practise presently, farewell Doctor. Happinesse wait on your egregious Lordship, my physicke Shall make your body soluble, but for working on your spirit, beleeve it when you finde it; with any lies we must set forth siour'mples and compositions to utter them: so this is a good dayes worke; leane chaps lay up, and because you have perform'd hamsomly, there is some silver for you, lay up my properties: Tis night already, thus we knaves will thrive, when honest plainnesse know not how to live. Art sure she has tane it? As sure as I am alive? she never eate with Such an appetite, for I found none left, I would Be loath to have it so sure in my belly, it will worke R rely twelve houres hence. Thus we worke sure then, time runnes upon Th' appointed houre, Valasco should rid me of all my Feares at once, upon thy life be carefull to direct Him at his first approach, I am sicke till she Be delivered; be secret as the night, ile to my Chamber, be very carefull. Art sure thou hast the time right. Doubt not, yonder's her chamber, the light speakes it; softly. Whose there? Vallasco? I. That way, make no noise, things are prepared, softly So, so, this is good I hope and weight too, my Lady Berinthia will be sure enough anon, I shall nere Get more higher, I had much adoe to perswade her To the spice, but I swore it was a cordiall my Lady Vs'd her selfe, and poo e foole she has wallowed it Sure. Madam feare not I am your friend. Who are you? Stop her mouth, away. So, so, they are gone, alas poore Valasco I pitty thee, But we creatures of polliticke Ladies must hold the Same byas with our Mistresses, and tis some pollicy To make them respect us the better, for feare our Teeth be not strong enough to keepe in our tongues: Now must I study out some tale by morning to salute My old Lord withall.