Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.81 · 525 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
But still you name no Party, pray how long, Good master Blaze, has this so famous doctor Whom you so well set out, been a professor? Never in public: Nor endures the name Of Doctor, though I call him so, but lives With an odd Lord in town, that looks like no Lord, My Doctor goes more like a Lord than he. O welcome sir, I sent mine own wife for you: ha' you brought her home again? She's in your house, With Gentlewomen, who seem to lodge here. Yes sir, this Gentleman's wife, and his son's wife: They all ail something, but his son ('tis thought) Is falling into madness, and is brought Up by his careful father to the town here To be your patient, speak with him about it. How do you find him Sir? does his disease Take him by fits; or is it constantly, And at all times the same? For the most part It is only inclining still to worse, As he grows more in days; by all the best Conjectures we have met with in the country, 'tis found a most deep melancholy. Of what years is he? Of five and twenty Sir. Was it borne with him? is it natural, Or accidental? have you or his mother Been so at any time affected? Never, Not she unto her grave; nor I, till then, Knew what a sadness meant; though since, I have In my son's sad condition, and some crosses In my late marriage, which at further time I may acquaint you with. the old man's jealous Of his young wife; I find him by the question He put me to ere while. Is your son married? divers years since; for we had hope a wife Might have restrained his travelling thoughts, and so Have been a means to cure him; but it failed us. What has he in his younger years been most Addicted to? what study? or what practice? You have now, Sir, found the question, which I think Will lead you to the ground of his distemper. That's the next way to the cure. Come quickly, quickly. In tender years he always loved to read Reports of travails, and of voyages; And when young boys, like him, would tire themselves With sports, and pastimes, and restore their spirits Again by meat and sleep; he would whole days And nights (sometimes by stealth) be on such books As might convey his fancy round the world. Very good, on. When he grew up towards twenty, His mind was all on fire to be abroad; Nothing but travail still was all his aim; There was no voyage or foreign expedition Be said to be in hand, but he made suit To be made one in it His mother and myself opposed him still in all, and strongly Against his will, still held him in; and won Him into marriage; hoping that would call In his extravagant thoughts, but all prevailed not, Nor stayed him (though at home) from travailing So far beyond himself, that now too late, I wish he had gone abroad to meet his fate.
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525 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.813 (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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But still you name no Party, pray how long, Good master Blaze, has this so famous doctor Whom you so well set out, beene a professor? Never in publike: Nor indures the name Of Doctor, though I call him so, but lives With an odde Lord in towne, that lookes like no Lord, My Doctor goes more like a Lord then he. O welcome sir, I sent mine owne wife for you: Ha you brought her home againe? She's in your house, With Gentlewomen, who seeme to lodge here. Yes sir, this Gentlemans wife, and his sonnes wife: They all ayle something, but his sonne (tis thought) Is falling into madnesse, and is brought Up by his carefull father to the towne here To be your patient, speake with him about it. How doe you finde him Sir? do's his disease Take him by fits; or is it constantly, And at all times the same? For the most part It is onely inclining still to worse, As he growes more in dayes; by all the best Conjectures we have met with in the countrey, Tis found a most deepe melancholy. Of what yeres is he? Of five and twenty Sir. Was it borne with him? is it naturall, Or accidentall? have you or his mother Beene so at any time affected? Never, Not shee unto her grave; nor I, till then, Knew what a sadnesse meant; though since, I have In my sonnes sad condition, and some crosses In my late marriage, which at further time I may acquaint you with. the old man's jealous Of his young wife; I finde him by the question He put me to ere while. Is your sonne married? Diverse yeares since; for we had hope a wife Might have restrain'd his travelling thoughts, and so Have beene a meanes to cure him; but it fail'd us. What has he in his younger yeares been most Addicted to? what study? or what practise? You have now, Sir, found the question, which I thinke Will lead you to the ground of his distemper. That's the next way to the cure. Come quickely, quickly▪ In tender yeares he alwayes lov'd to read Reports of travailes, and of voyages; And when young boyes, like him, would tire themselves With sports, and pastimes, and restore their spirits Againe by meate and sleepe; he would whole dayes And nights (sometimes by stealth) be on such bookes As might convey his fancy round the world. Very good, on. When he grew up towards twenty, His minde was all on fire to be abroad; Nothing but travaile still was all his aime; There was no voyage or forraine expedition Be said to be in hand, but he made sute To be made one in it His mother and My selfe oppos'd him still in all, and strongly Against his will, still held him in; and wonne Him into marriage; hoping that would call In his extravagant thoughts, but all prevail'd not, Nor stayd him (though at home) from travailing So farre beyond himselfe, that now too late, I wish he had gone abroad to meet his fate.