Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.62 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
May we have leave to walk to your house? And command The sight of all. I must confess my care Of knowing and possessing rarities Makes me so skilful, I dare undertake To pick a salad out of Dioscorides, Shall feast the doctor's college, with rare practises Stranger than Aeson's restitution To youth by Magic. From my garden sir I can produce those simples, shall outwork All the compounds of drugs, and show like miracles Compared with them. What needs the weapon salve, Condemned by some for witchcraft? when each dunghill Affords the Persicaria, that on wounds Works the like Magic. Panax Coloni Is known to every rustic; and Hypericon. And yet we must from Memphis and Iudea Fetch Balsam, though sophisticate; there is not An ounce in Europe, will endure the trial Of milk or water. Yet my Lady's gentlewoman Bit by her Monkey, swears by her lost maidenhead The world hath not a Balsam like to that Her closet yields; when 'tis perhaps but oil A little aromatised for lamps. You are learned likewise in antiquities. A little sir. I should affect them more, were not tradition One of the best assurances to show They are the things we think them. What more proofs (Unless perhaps a little circumstance) Have we for this or that to be a piece Of delphos ruins? or the marble statues Made Athens glorious, when she was supposed To have more images of men than men? A weatherbeaten stone with an inscription That is not legible but through an optic, Tells us its age; that in some Sibills cane Three thousand years ago it was an altar. 'Tis satisfaction to our curiosity; But ought not to necessitate belief. Antiquities fir are grown of late good merchandise. Th' affection of some Princes hath begot An imitation, and 'tis nobly done. For by such things man's knowledge is informed In principles of art, and many times They light upon instruction by them, that Direct invention to recover what Neglect or ignorance hath lost. Pray sir what are the rarities and antiquities you have? Nor Pliny fir, nor Gesner ever made Description of a creature, but I have Some particle thereof: and for antiquity I do not store up any under Grecian. Your Roman antiques are but modern toys Compared to them. Besides, they are so counterfeit With mouldings, 'tis scarce possible to find Any but copies. Yet you are confident of yours that are of more doubt. Others from their easiness May credit what they please. My trial's such Of any thing I own, all the impostors That ever made antiquity ridiculous Cannot deceive me. If I light upon Ought that's above my skill, I have recourse To those whose judgements at the second view (If not the first) will tell me what Philosophers That eyeless, noseless, mouthless statue is, And who the workman was, though since his death Thousands of years have been revolved—
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490 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.619 (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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May we have leave to walke to your house? And command The sight of all. I must confesse my care Of knowing and possessing rarities Makes me so skilfull, I dare undertake To pick a sallet out of Dioscorides, Shall feast the Doctors colledge, with rare practises Stranger then Aesons restitution To youth by Magick. From my garden sir I can produce those simples, shall out-worke All the compounds of drugs, and shew like miracles Compar'd with them. What needs the weapon salve, Condemn'd by some for witchraft? when each dunghill Affords the Persicaria, that on wounds Works the like Magick. Panax Coloni Is known to every rustick; and Hipericon. And yet we must from Mmphis and Iudea Fetch Balsame, though sophisticate; there is not An ounce in Europe, will endure the triall Of milke or water. Yet my Ladyes gentlewoman Bit by her Monkey, sweares by her lost maydenhead The world hath not a Balsame like to that Her closet yeelds; when 'tis perhaps but oyle A little aromatiz'd for lamps. You are learned likewise in antiquities. A little sir. I should affect them more, were not tradition One of the best assurances to show They are the things we thinke them. What more proofes (Unlesse perhaps a little circumstance) Have we for this or that to be a peece Of delphos ruines? or the marble statues Made Athens glorious, when she was suppos'd To have more images of men then men? A weatherbeaten stone with an inscription That is not legible but through an optick, Tells us is age; that in some Sibills cane Three thousand yeares ago it was an altar. 'Tis satisfaction to our curiosity; But ought not to necessitate beliefe. Antiquities fir are grown of late good merchandize. Th' affection of some Princes hath begot An imitation, and 'tis nobly done. For by such things mans knowledge is inform'd In principles of art, and many times They light upon instruction by them, that Direct invention to recover what Neglect or ignorance hath lost. Pray' sir what are the rarities and antiquities you have? Nor Pliny fir, nor Gesner ever made Discription of a creature, but I have Some particle thereof: and for antiquity I do not store up any under Grecian. Your Roman antiques are but modern toyes Compar'd to them. Besides, they are so counterfet With mouldings, 'tis scarce possible to find Any but copies. Yet you are confident of yours that are of more doubt. Others from their easinesse May credit what they please. My triall's such Of any thing I own, all the impostors That ever made antiquity ridiculous Cannot deceive me. If I light upon Ought that's above my skill, I have recourse To those whose judgements at the second view (If not the first) will tell me what Philosophers That eylesse, noselesse, mouthlesse statue is, And who the workman was, though since his death Thousands of yeeres have been revolv'd—