D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.66 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Is she a woman? Yes, but such a one no voluntary habit, nor sly drift with all accommodations that beseems, unblemished truth itself can bring to speech or give my thoughts access. What is she for a Saint, that stands in the how fair and beautiful: may one of my birth entreat her name and knowledge? Vow your assistance to my purposes, and I a Traitor to myself reveal the treason of my mind. Give me your hand, I am yours for better or worse, in all causes, all adventures, my sword and self vow fealty: Is she a wife? ay, would she were not. Know you Vanderman our great Physician. What, my fretful Doctor? the only curer of mad folks; Know I myself? You know he's married. Yes, and what of this (oh would you be ministering therein.) I have you my dear Flora, well take my word she's thine. I would that I were hers. Why it lies in thine own choice. But setting all this pleasantness aside, in earnest Lodowick I affect her so, no motive mean nor yet dire accident can change my steadfast will, I must enjoy her, or I must not live. Thou shalt enjoy her, or I will not live. You speak like a friend. I speak like what I am, a Christian, and by that epithet, I meant as much as I speak, nor could I think, Vallentius, you of all the men alive, would have mistaken me. In any kind but this I never had: pardon me Lodowick this doting loves bears such a jealous sway, the least suspicion puts us on the wrack, and breaks all chains of duty: You may persuade me to believe, but yet he that never saw a Vessel under sail, cannot imagine what the Seaman brooks, the Merchant sleeping on his downy Couch, ne'er dreams what danger the bold Soldier dures, and he that never felt the pangs of Hell, cannot report the torments: assure thee Lodowick so be satisfied, since I knew her, I have not known myself, so mighty is love's extremes. 'tis strange. She troth plight was to me, and had been mine, had not desire of pelf altered her friends, and I dare well vow she loved me once, whate'er her mind be now. Come be ruled by me, thou shalt set thy toe in the doctor's stirrup, ride and go afoot at thy pleasure: did she love thee once? I had her oath. Go to, renew thy suit, the fire is not all out, stir up the ashes, and thou dost not find some embers, that will both glow and warm, pawn me for buttered Sack, and let me never be worthy redemption. I want the means. Think not of that, 'tis here my Flora, what man? he's not the first Doctor has worn a corner Cap: come, will you be merry Vallentius, and you'll forsake not this mood, I renounce society. I am yours, obedient as your hand.
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Length
499 words · 652 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.660 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
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)
Is ſhe a woman? Yes, but ſuch a one no voluntary habit, nor ſlie drift with all accommodations that beſeemes, unblemiſht truth it ſelfe can bring to ſpeech or give my thoughts acceſſe. What is ſhe for a Saint, that ſtands in the how faire and beautifull: may one of my birth intreat her name and knowledge? Vow your aſſiſtance to my purpoſes, and I a Traitour to my ſelfe reveale the treaſon of my minde. Give me your hand, I am yours for better or worſe, in all cauſes, all adventures, my ſword and ſelfe vow fealty: Is ſhe a wife? I, would ſhe were not. Know you Vanderman our great Phyſician. What, my fretfull Doctour? the only curer of mad folks; Know I my ſelfe? You know hee's married. Yes, and what of this (oh would you be miniſtring therein.) I have you my deare Flora, well take my word ſhee's thine. I would that I were hers. Why it lyes in thine own choice. But ſetting all this pleaſantneſſe aſide, in earneſt Lodowick I affect her ſo, no motive mean nor yet dire accident can change my ſtedfaſt will, I muſt enjoy her, or I muſt not live. Thou ſhalt enjoy her, or I will not live. You ſpeak like a friend. I ſpeak like what I am, a Chriſtian, and by that Epethite, I meant as much as I ſpeake, nor could I thinke, Vallentius, you of all the men alive, would have miſtaken mee. In any kinde but this I never had: pardon me Lodowick this doting loves beares ſuch a jealous ſway, the leaſt ſuſpition puts us on the wracke, and breaks all chaines of duty: You may perſwade me to believe, but yet he that never ſaw a Veſſell under ſayle, cannot imagine what the Seaman brooks, the Merchant ſleeping on his downey Cowch, nere dreams what danger the bold Souldier dures, and he that never felt the pangs of Hell, cannot report the torments: aſſure thee Lodowick ſo be ſatisfied, ſince I knew her, I have not known my ſelfe, ſo mighty is loves extreams. Tis ſtrange. She troth plight was to me, and had been mine, had not deſire of pelfe alter'd her friends, and I dare well vow ſhe loved me once, what ere her minde be now. Come be rul'd by mee, thou ſhalt ſet thy toe in the Doctors ſtirrop, ride and go a foot at thy pleaſure: did ſhee love thee once? I had her oath. Go to, renew thy ſuite, the fire is not all out, ſtir up the aſhes, and thou doſt not finde ſome embers, that will both glow and warme, pawn me for butter'd Sack, and let me never be worthy redemption. I want the means. Think not of that, tis here my Flora, what man? he's not the firſt Doctor has worn a corner Cap: come, will you be merry Vallentius, and youle forſake not this mood, I renounce ſociety. I am yours, obedient as your hand.