Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.79 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Madam, it is nothing But eating Salads, Oatmeal, and green fruits, She hath got the loving Chambermaid's disease: On my virginity that's it, she must Be steeled to th'purpose. I believe they are Some passions rather. Certainly that's it: Madam she reads Arcadia's, Amorettas; And will discourse this lady's love and that So sadly, that the faces in the hangings Seem to have sense and weep: I'm sure I cannot Forbear when I remember it. 'Tis strange, Your reverend Ladyship hath so much moisture; Sure you preserved your tears, and wasted none When you were young, to th'end you might express yourself now tender-hearted: What sweet Courtier But would esteem those tears and make them bracelets? Their toughness will endure the stringing. So, so; Be lightsome still. And jeer my age, that hath Given you counsel; which observed, would keep Your heart from aching, and your lungs from sighs: You ne'er would cry aye me, that love, but cannot Be loved again. Is she in love Cardente? That's it upon my Maidenhead. An o th, Of great antiquity; the Cavaliers Used it before the battle of Lepanto. Used what? my Maidenhead? You would have it construed In that best sense. You're very witty Ladies, To play on my decays; I could have done As well as you: but now have graver thoughts. The Grave is that best fits them. Well Amanda, You may again want counsel; when you do I wish some cough may seize me, or the want Of my fore teeth make my speech so imperfect, You may not understand it. Very likely; You need not wish it. They are wags Cardente, But for your mirth Amanda 'tis affected; Your soul I do believe retains its sadness, Reveal it, and i'll aid thee in the cure. Madam I gladly would give satisfaction Unto your grace's curiosity, So that it might not prejudice fair truth: To say I'm sick, were a dissimulation: If well, you'll not believe it. How? you well? When your complexion's like the queen of Spades; Or like a painting wrought in the first colour; Or like a withered blossom, or a— Hold Good Lady Simile; Or like your Monkey When he wants Spiders; the poor beast looks scurvily, And not unlike your Ladyship. Well, well; I still must bear with youth. If a distemper, Or a disease that's crept into my blood Renders me now less beautiful, then lately The flatteries of some esteemed me; must it Conclude my mind is sick? Enough Amanda, Yet still I must suspect; when you're alone Perhaps she will reveal it. That's it Madame, We maids will chat so prettily alone; You did not well Amanda to abuse me Before the Duchess: other Ladies would not Have served me so, and there are few in Court But would make use of what you slight; my counsel: I have been versed in things that might advantage Your restitution.
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488 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.791 (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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Madam, it is nothing But eating Sallets, Oate-meale, and greene fruits, She hath got the loving Chamber-maids disease: On my virginity that's it, she must Be steel'd to th'purpose. I beleeve they are Some passions rather. Certainely that's it: Madam she reades Arcadiaes, Amorettas; And will discourse this Ladies love and that So sadly, that the faces in the hangings Seeme to have sence and weepe: I'me sure I cannot Forbeare when I remember it. 'Tis strange, Your reverend Ladiship hath so much moysture; Sure you preserv'd your teares, and wasted none When you were yong, to th'end you might expresse Your selfe now tender-hearted: What sweet Courtier But would esteeme those teares and make them bracelets▪ Their toughnesse will endure the stringing. So, so; Be lightsome still. And jeere my age, that hath Given you counsell; which observ'd, would keepe Your heart from aking, and your lunges from sighes: You ne're would cry aye me, that love, but cannot Be lov'd agen. Is she in love Cardente? That's it upon my Maiden-head. An o th, Of great antiquity; the Cavaliers Us'd it before the battaile of Lepanto. Us'd what? my Maiden-head? You would have it constred In that best sence. Y'are very witty Ladies, To play on my decaies; I could have done As well as you: but now have graver thoughts. The Grave is that best fits them. Well Amanda, You may agen want counsaile; when you doe I wish some cough may seize me, or the want Of my fore teeth make my speech so imperfect, You may not understand it. Very likely; You need not wish it. They are wagges Cardente, But for your mirth Amanda 'tis affected; Your soule I doe believe retaines its sadnesse, Reveale it, and i'le aide thee in the cure. Madam I gladly would give satisfaction Unto your graces curiosity, So that it might not prejudice faire truth: To say I'me sicke, were a dissimulation: If well, you'le not believe it. How? you well? When your complexion's like the queene of Spades; Or like a painting wrought in the first colour; Or like a wither'd blossome, or a— Hold Good Lady Simile; Or like your Monkey When he wants Spiders; the poore beast lookes scurvily, And not unlike your Ladiship. Well, well; I still must beare with youth. If a distemper, Or a disease that's crept into my blood Renders me now lesse beautifull, then lately The flatteries of some esteem'd me; must it Conclude my mind is sicke? Enough Amanda, Yet still I must suspect; when y'are alone Perhaps she will reveale it. That's it Madame, We maids will chat so prettily alone; You did not well Amanda to abuse me Before the Dutchesse: other Ladies would not Have serv'd me so, and there are few in Court But would make use of what you slight; my counsell: I have bin verst in things that might advantage Your restitution.