Gough, J. · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 [1624-1640] (Annals) romance unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
If this my plot do hit ne'er was the like devised by woman's wit. Come mistress, let me make you unready instantly, all that I promised you is done, I will go fetch young Cnemon unto you who is making merry here by, and return suddenly, lie down, take your pleasure and say nothing. Bind the adulterer fast master. O wonderful thing, the villain is fled, take heed sir that you be not again deceived. Peace be of good cheer, I have this wicked and mischievous woman which I most desired. O thou much hated of the gods, I have thee And all thy shame about thee, come thou shalt With me unto the City, to receive What punishment the laws allot to such As live unchaste, and wrong their husband's bed, Which is no less than death. See Thisbe, is she dead? Oh yes, her neck Is broken sir. Then hath thy punishment Prevented what the law should have inflicted; I'll to the people and declare this matter, And with my friends consult what means to use For to call home my son from banishment, Whose truth and innocence doth open lie By this unheard of strange discovery. My child, my daughter dear, tell me thy father The cause of thy disease, have a good heart, This wise man Calasiris is requested By me to find some remedy to cure thee, And he can well perform it as a man Of heavenly knowledge, and a sacred priest. My most endeared friend, you shall do well To suffer him to exercise his art And holy spells for your recovery, For I perceive thou art o'erlooked my child. Sir 'tis my duty to obey your will In all things you command me. Then depart Dear Caricles, and all the rest avoid The room, we must be private here together, Fetch me a little Laurel and a stool Having three feet, some fire and frankincense, And let no man disturb us till I call. It shall be done forthwith, heavens crown your work. Father you are deceived in my grief, You cannot guess at it for all your art. Nay daughter say not so, but cheer yourself, For what doth vex you is a malady Common, and easy to be cured by me; Thou wert o'erlooked not only at the pomp Of Pyrrhus' funeral rites, but at the race In armour too when you were overseer, And gave the prize unto the conqueror; Theagenes was he that overlooked you, Whose want on eye was always fixed upon Your splendent beauty object of his sight. Whether he deigned to look on me or no Apollo have him in his custody; But whence is he, and what's his pedigree? He's a Thessalian borne, and as you heard Descended from Achilles, who although He have bewitched you with an envious eye, He suffers more than you by the reflex Of your Sun-burning eyes upon his heart. Why do you wrongfully accuse the man Of witchcraft, who hath done no harm at all, There's no such matter, 'tis some other sickness.
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If this my plot doe hit Nere was the like devis'd by womans wit. Come miſtris, let me make you unreadie inſtantlie, all that I promiſed you is done, I will goe fetch young Cnemon unto you who is making merrie here by, and returne ſuddenlie, lye downe, take your pleaſure and ſay nothing. Bind the adulterer faſt maſter. O wonderfull thing, the villaine is fled, take heed ſir that you be not againe deceived. Peace be of good cheere, I have this wicked and miſchievous woman which I moſt deſired. O thou much hated of the gods, I have thee And all thy ſhame about thee, come thou ſhalt With me unto the City, to receive What puniſhment the lawes allot to ſuch As live unchaſt, and wrong their husbands bed, Which is no leſſe then death. See Thiſbe, is ſhe dead? Oh yes, her necke Is broaken ſir. Then hath thy puniſhment Prevented what the law ſhould have inflicted; Ile to the people and declare this matter, And with my friends conſult what meanes to uſe For to call home my ſonne from baniſhment, Whoſe truth and innocence doth open lie By this unheard of ſtrange diſcovery. My child, my daughter deare, tell me thy father The cauſe of thy diſeaſe, have a good heart, This wiſe man Calaſiris is requeſted By me to finde ſome remedy to cure thee, And he can well performe it as a man Of heavenly knowledge, and a ſacred prieſt. My moſt endeered friend, you ſhall doe well To ſuffer him to exerciſe his art And holy ſpels for your recovery, For I perceive thou art ore-look'd my child. Sir tis my duty to obey your will In all things you command me. Then depart Deare Caricles, and all the reſt avoyd The roome, we muſt be private here together, Fetch me a little Laurell and a ſtoole Having three feet, ſome fire and frankincenſe, And let no man diſturbe us till I call. It ſhall be done forthwith, heavens crowne your worke. Father you are deceived in my griefe, You cannot gheſſe at it for all your art. Nay daughter ſay not ſo, but cheere your ſelfe, For what doth vex you is a malady Common, and eaſie to be cur'd by me; Thou wert o're-look'd not onely at the pompe Of Pirrhus funerall rites, but at the race In armour too when you were overſeer, And gave the prize unto the conquerour; Theagenes was he that overlook'd you, Whoſe want on eye was alwaies fixt upon Your ſplendant beauty object of his ſight. Whether he daign'd to looke on me or no Apollo have him in his cuſtody; But whence is he, and what's his pedegree? He's a Theſſalian borne, and as you hear'd Deſcended from Achilles, who although He have bewitch'd you with an envious eye, He ſuffers more than you by the reflex Of your Sun-burning eyes upon his heart. Why do you wrongfully accuſe the man Of witchcraft, who hath done no harme at all, There's no ſuch matter, tis ſome other ſickneſſe.