Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
With my soul, And if you do this, I am yours, and all I have at your command.— Who's there, be gone Theagines, tomorrow morn I'll meet you In great Apollo's Temple and talk more.— O, is it you Sir Nebulo, what news Bringst thou I prithee? What d'ee take me for, a news Carrier? I would you should know it, I am none such, I have not to do with other men's business nor their wives, I would they had not to do with mine, but 'tis no matter for once, there is promised a reformation, I hope all will be amended, let it pass; but to the point now. ay, to the point Nebulo by all means. And then to the business afterward. Why, didst thou not mean the business when thou mentionedst the point? is it not all one in the sense? I conceive it so, else thou art more learned than I am. No, 'tis not all one, the point is one thing, and the business another, we must first handle the point, before we come to the business; for your better understanding, I will make it plainer. Thou art a very learned Doctor sure, in matters of this nature. I hope so, yet my wife hath gone beyond me I'll be sworn, by many degrees. But Nebulo, prithee what wouldst thou have with me? how doth thy Master, and my good friend Caricles? In health, but doggedly out of tune, he will be with you presently, so much he bid me tell you, and something else, but I have forgotten it, so much business I have to think of. My dearest friend and brother, welcome to me, Why do you look with such a sullen cheer? Methinks you're very sad and melancholy. I am indeed, and I have reason for it. I come to crave your counsel what to do, But first depart and leave us Nebulo. Wherefore I pray? well, there will be a sweet counsel now I am excluded, I should be loath to change heads with either of them for all my horns.— My daughter, Sir, since yesterday, the race Was run in armour 'tween Theagenes And stout Ormenes, hath been wondrous sick, And the last night did never sleep one wink. Who won the garland Sir? Theagines, Cariclea as the custom is did hold The prize, and he received it at her hand, She still grows worse and worse, dear Calasiris, Employ your skill and wisdom to restore her, I know 'tis easy for you if you please To heal her, who, you say, is but bewitched, For I believe 'tis not impossible For holy Priests to bring to pass strange things. Let's go then if you please unto the maid, And by recommendation strive to make Me more familiarly acquainted with her, That she the bolder may sustain my cure. Content, Apollo grant a good success Unto thy work, and Aesculapius.
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Length
491 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.784 (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)
With my ſoule, And if you doe this, I am yours, and all I have at your command.— Who's there, be gone Theagines, to morrow morne I'le meet you In great Apollos Temple and talke more.— O, is it you Sir Nebulo, what newes Bringſt thou I prethee? What dee take me for, a newes Carrier? I would you ſhould know it, I am none ſuch, I have not to doe with other mens buſineſſe nor their wives, I would they had not to doe with mine, but tis no mater for once, there is promiſed a reformation, I hope all will be amended, let it paſſe; but to the point now. I, to the point Nebulo by all meanes. And then to the buſineſſe afterward. Why, didſt thou not meane the buſineſſe when thou mention'dſt the point? is it not all one in the ſenſe? I conceive it ſo, elſe thou art more learned than I am. No, tis not all one, the point is one thing, and the buſines another, we muſt firſt handle the point, before we come to the buſineſſe; for your better underſtanding, I will make it plainer. Thou art a very learned Doctor ſure, in matters of this nature. I hope ſo, yet my wife hath gone beyond me I'le beſworne, by many degrees. But Nebulo, prethee what wouldſt thou have with me? how doth thy Maſter, and my good friend Caricles? In health, but doggedly out of tune, hee will be with you preſently, ſo much he bid me tell you, and ſomething elſe, but I have forgottn it, ſo much buſineſſe I have to thinke of. My deareſt friend and brother, welcome to me, Why doe you looke with ſuch a ſullen cheere? Methinks you're very ſd and melancholy. I am indeed, and I have reaſon for it. I come to crave your counſell what to doe, But firſt depart and leave us Nebulo. Wherefore I pray? well, there will be a ſweet counſell now I am excluded, I ſhould be loth to change heads with either of them for all my hornes.— My daughter, Sir, ſince yeſterday, the race Was run in armour tweene Theagenes And ſtout Ormenes, hath beene wondrous ſicke, And the laſt night did never ſleepe one winke. Who won the garland Sir? Theagines, Cariclea as the cuſtome is did hold The prize, and he receiv'd it at her hand, She ſtill growes worſe and worſe, deere Calaſiris, Imploy your ſkill and wiſedome to reſtore her, I know tis eaſie for you if you pleaſe To heale her, who, you ſay, is but bewitch'd, For I believe tis not impoſſible For holie Prieſtes to bring to paſſe ſtrange things. Let's goe then if you pleaſe unto the maid, And by recommendation ſtrive to make Me more familiarlie acquainted with her, That ſhe the bolder may ſuſtaine my cure. Content, Apollo graunt a good ſucceſſe Unto thy worke, and Aeſculapius.