D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
What's to pay? Nine and six pence, and you're welcome. How comes that to pass? Here's seven groats Glasses. How? No less, I'll assure your Worship. Come your money, Signior— Fub, discharge it Fub. Some lights, show the Gentlemen. Fub, I am e'en as full as a Toad. Yes, sir, but do not spit your venom. Prithee give me another sip. I am as dry as a Cook. So I think. A pox a this megrim. What's here, I prithee mark Tomaso: Lodwick, I have my desire: fetch me off speedily, lest I cure the Doctor? yours Vallentius, lest I cure the Doctor. What should he mean by this? Why, belike he has infused his fit into him, and the Physician's turned Patient? That's impossible? But for Valentius. We must redeem him. What else. Heyda, is the wind in that door? A link good Tim, a link. Here's one ready, sir. Signior, good night. Not a drop more i'faith. we'll take our leaves. When shall we see you? Sometime tomorrow, if my father send not. Good night Master Lodwick, good night good, sir. Good night Tim, remember Friday. I warrant you, forget not to bring Hugh, Welcome Gentlemen. I Speak't in thunder once again, no more: thou Babylonian Strumpet, in thunder I command thee thou lump of sin, no more. Have patience, sir. I roar it in thy ears, once more aloud, no more: cannot I deal, but you must be applying, you must be tampering, you must minister: have you not Pills for Potions? do you not traffic? do not you exchange Merchant? Good Vanderman. Sorceress, I defy thee, and thy deeds of darkness. Hear me, sir. I have heard and seen too much, has he not paid you soundly for your pains: no, has he popped you. You are deceived. You say very true, I am deceived indeed, and fubbed, and Gulled, and Rid, and you are Rid too. What mean you? Here blow it abroad, there's horns enough to do't. Why are you thus impatient? Dainty fine i'faith, very dainty. Whore thou hast made me monstrous, and I may challenge Giants: Yes, he shall be your madman; Do you not like his fits, do you not, do you not? God morrow to you both. Why should this be? How do you sir? how does your patient? Are you not satisfied? am I a stale? must you have new-found crotchets? Do you hear me sir: is he recovered? Homo Armatus, a man armed. Have you heard the like? methinks 'tis excellent. And when, when shall he plant again? I wish you would understand me, sir. Here's a fruitful soil. Ha, ha. Sir, I will be heard, and understood: Save you Lady: More furies, might, and secrecy, whoredom and The every bring all to confusion. Would we had more of this: we'll see what will come of all. I perceive Vallentius was i'th' right, he's mad indeed:
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What's to pay? Nine and ſix pence, and you're welcome. How comes that to paſſe? Here's ſeven groats Glaſſes. How? No leſſe, Ile aſſure your Worſhip. Come your mony, Signior— Fub, diſcharge it Fub. Some lights, ſhew the Gentlemen. Fub, I am ene as full as a Toad. Yes, ſir, but do not ſpit your venome. Prethee give mee another ſip. I am as dry as a Cook. So I think. A pox a this Megrum. What's here, I prethee marke Tomaſo: Lodwick, I have my deſire: fetch mee off ſpeedily, leſt I cure the Doctour? yours Vallentius, leſt I cure the Doctour. What ſhould he mean by this? Why, belike he has infuſed his fit into him, and the Phyſician's turn'd Patient? That's impoſſible? But for Ʋallentius. We muſt redeem him. What elſe. Heyda, is the winde in that door? A link good Tim, a link. Here's one ready, ſir. Signior, good night. Not a drop more yfaith. Wee'le take our leaves. When ſhall we ſee you? Somtime to morrow, if my father ſend not. Good night Maſter Lodwick, good night good, ſir. Good night Tim, remember Friday. I warrant you, forget not to bring Hugh, Welcome Gentlemen. I Speak't in thunder once again, no more: thou Babylonian Strumpet, in thunder I command thee thou lump of ſinne, no more. Have patience, ſir. I rore it in thy eares, once more aloud, no more: cannot I deale, but you muſt be applying, you muſt be tampering, you muſt miniſter: have you not Pils for Potions? do you not traffique? do not you exchange Merchant? Good Vanderman. Sorcereſſe, I defie thee, and thy deeds of darknes. Heare me, ſir. I have heard and ſeen too much, has hee not paid you ſoundly for your pains: no, has he popt you. You are deceiv'd. You ſay very true, I am deceived indeed, and Fub'd, and Guld, and Rid, and you are Rid too. What meane you? Here blow it abroad, there's horns enow to do't. Why are you thus impatient? Dainty fine y faith, very dainty. Whore thou haſt made me monſtrous, and I may challenge Gyants: Yes, he ſhall be your mad-man; Doe you not like his fits, doe you not, doe you not? God morrow to you both. Why ſhould this be? How doe you ſir? how does your patient? Are you not ſatisfied? am I a ſtale? muſt you have new-found Crochets? Doe you heare me ſir: is he recovered▪ Homo Armatus, a man armed. Have you heard the like? Me thinks 'tis excellent. And when, when ſhall he plant againe? I wiſh you would underſtand me, ſir. Here's a fruitfull ſoyle. Ha, ha. Sir, I will be heard, and underſtood: Save you Lady: More furies, might, and ſecreſie, whoredome and The every bring all to confuſion. Would we had more of this: we'le ſee what will come of all. I perceive Vallentius was i'th' right, he's madde indeede: