Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Then tell me daughter, and conceal it not If you desire to find a remedy, I am no stranger to you but your friend, and old acquaintance of your loving father, I am of your profession too, a priest, I'll keep your counsel, and be bound by oath To help you what I can; all griefs are cured In the beginning, but if left alone At length they grow incurable; declare Your mind at full. I love Theagines. I knew so much before, he loves you too, I'll be your faithful friend and true assistant. Dear friend what have you done? what news have You to tell me that is good? All shall be well Cariclea shall be healed tomorrow morn Of her infirmity, I now will leave you To prosecute my business for her health. Adieu dear friend, the gods reward thy pain. Here Acestinus, lies the sickly patient You are well read in physic, feel her pulse And give your wise opinion. fairest maid Where doth your pain lie most? Her state of heart I find Priest Caricles, My labour is in vain, no physic can Restore her to her health. The gods forbid, Why say you so, must my dear daughter die Without all hope of her recovery? Peace make not such ado, but hear me speak. Our art sir, doth extend no further then To cure distempered bodies, if the mind Diseased be without the Body's sickness, We have no help for that, the Maid's disease Lies in the mind, her body's in good state, No humours do abound there, no headache, No fever burns her, all is free within. What then should be the cause of these her fits, Utter what you perceive doth trouble her, I do beseech you, skilful Acestinus. 'tis love doth trouble her, which who knows not Is an affection and grief of the heart, Do you not see her eyes swollen in her head rolling one every side, her visage pale, Her half distraction, how she uttereth whate'er comes in her mind, and sleeps but little; In brief I do perceive that she hath lost The moisture of her body, and indeed Just amplitude thereof, my counsel is You find her out a man and that with speed. A man, heavens grant she be inclined that way, Than Calasiris hath played well his part; How fares my daughter now, what sickness hast thou? Shall I send for more Doctors yet? 'tis needless, Send none to me but Calasiris only, He hath the art to ease me, and none else. I'll send him to thee, sleep Cariclea, Until he come: if Alcamenes love Possess her heart, thanks to the gods above. My worthy friend most opportunely met. What, beautiful Theagines! How can he Be beautiful that pleaseth not Cariclea? No more, you make me angry thus to doubt My skill by which she is entrapped in love, And longs to see you. What is that you say? Doth fair Cariclea wish to see me father? Why do you then detain me here, and not Conduct me to her?
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Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.803 (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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Then tell me daughter, and conceale it not If you deſire to find a remedy, I am no ſtranger to you but your friend, and old acquaintance of your loving father, I am of your profeſſion too, a prieſt, I'le keepe your counſell, and be bound by oath To helpe you what I can; all griefes are cur'd In the beginning, but if left alone At length they grow incurable; declare Your minde at full. I love Theagines. I knew ſo much before, he loves you too, I'le be your faithfull friend and true aſſiſtant. Deere friend what have you done? what newes have You to tell me that is good? All ſhall be well Cariclea ſhall be heal'd to morrow morne Of her infirmitie, I now will leave you To proſecute my buſines for her health. Adiew deere friend, the gods reward thy paine. Heere Aceſtinus, lies the ſicklie patient You are well read in phyſicke, feele her pulſe And give your wiſe opinion. faireſt maid Where doth your paine lie moſt? Her ſtate of heart I finde Prieſt Caricles, My labour is in vaine, no phyſicke can Reſtore her to her health. The gods forbid, Why ſay you ſo, muſt my deare daughter die Without all hope of her recovery? Peace make not ſuch adoe, but here me ſpeake. Our art ſir, doth extend no further then To cure diſtempered bodies, if the mind Diſeaſed be without the bodies ſickneſſe, We have no helpe for that, the maids diſeaſe Les in the mind, her bodie's in good ſtate, No humours doe abound there, no headach, No fever burnes her, all is free within. What then ſhould be the cauſe of theſe her fits, Utter what yu perceive doth trouble her, I doe beſeech you, ſkilfull Aceſtinus. Tis love doth trouble her, which who knowes not Is an affection and griefe of the heart, Doe you not ſee her eyes ſwolne in her head Rouling one every ſide, her viſage pale, Her halfe diſtraction, how ſhe uttereth What ere comes in her minde, and ſleepes but little; In briefe I doe perceive that ſhe hath loſt The moiſture of her body, and indeed Juſt amplitude thereof, my counſell is You finde her out a man and that with ſpeed. A man, heavens grant ſhe be enclin'd that way, Then Calaſiris hath plaid well his part; How fares my daughter now, what ſickneſſe haſt thou? Shall I ſend for more Doctors yet? Tis needleſſe, Send none to me but Calaſiris onely, He hath the art to eaſe me, and none elſe. Ile ſend him to thee, ſleepe Cariclea, Untill he come: if Alcamenes love Poſſeſſe her heart, thanks to the gods above. My worthy friend moſt opportunely met. What, beautifull Theagines! How can he Be beautifull that pleaſeth not Cariclea? No more, you make me angrie thus to doubt My skill by which ſhe is entrap'd in love, And longs to ſee you. What is that you ſay? Doth faire Cariclea wiſh to ſee me father? Why doe you then detaine me here, and not Conduct me to her?