Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.74 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
I'll warrant you he shall fulfil your wishes. O but try him you first: and then tell me. There's a new way indeed to chose a husband! Yet 'twere a good one to bar fool getting. Why do you stand aloof Sir? Mandivell writes Of people near the Antipodes, called Gadlibriens: Where on the wedding-night the husband hires Another man to couple with his bride, To clear the dangerous passage of a Maidenhead. 'Slid he falls back again to Mandevile madness. She may be of that Serpentine generation, That stings oft times to death (as Mandevile writes) She's no Gadlibrien, Sir, upon my knowledge. You may as safely lodge with her, as with A maid of our own nation. Besides, You shall have ample counsel: for the present, Receive her, and entreat her to your Chapel. For safety of your Kingdom, you must do it. So, so, so, so, this yet may prove a cure. See my Lord now is acting by himself. And Letoy's wit cried up triumphant hoe. Come master joyless and your wife, come down Quickly, your parts are next, I had almost Forgot to send my chaplain after them. You Domine where are you? Here my Lord. What in that shape? 'tis for my part my Lord, Which is not all performed. It is sir, and the Play for this time. We Have other work in hand. Then have you lost Action (I dare be bold to speak it) that Most of my coat could hardly imitate. Go shift your coat sir, or for expedition, Cover it with your own, due to your function. follies, as well as vices, may be hid so: Your virtue is the same; dispatch, and do As Doctor Hughball shall direct you, go. Now Master joyless, do you note the progress And the fair issue likely to ensue In your sons cure? observe the doctor's art. First, he has shifted your sons known disease Of madness into folly; and has wrought him As far short of a competent reason, as He was of late beyond it, as a man Infected by some foul disease is drawn By physic into an Anatomy, Before flesh fit for health can grow to rear him, So is a madman made a fool, before Art can take hold of him to wind him up Into his proper Centre, or the Medium From which he flew beyond himself. The Doctor Assures me now, by what he has collected As well from learned authors as his practice, That his much troubled and confused brain Will by the real knowledge of a woman, Now opportunely ta'en, be by degrees Settled and rectified, with the helps beside Of rest and diet, which he'll administer. But 'tis the real knowledge of the woman (Carnal I think you mean) that carries it. Right, right. Nay right or wrong, I could even wish If he were not my husband's son, the Doctor Had made myself his Recipe, to be the means Of such a Cure.
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T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.738 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Ile warrant you he shall fulfill your wishes. O but try him you first: and then tell me. There's a new way indeed to chose a husband! Yet twere a good one to barre foole getting. Why doe you stand aloofe Sir? Mandivell writes Of people neare the Antipodes, call'd Gadlibriens: Where on the wedding-night the husband hires Another man to couple with his bride, To cleare the dangerous passage of a Maidenhead. 'Slid he falls backe againe to Mandevile madnesse. She may be of that Serpentine generation, That stings oft times to death (as Mandevile writes) She's no Gadlibrien, Sir, upon my knowledge. You may as safely lodge with her, as with A mayd of our owne nation. Besides, You shall have ample counsell: for the present, Receive her, and intreat her to your Chappell. For safety of your Kingdome, you must do it. So, so, so, so, this yet may prove a cure. See my Lord now is acting by himselfe. And Letoy's wit cryd up triumphant hoe. Come master Ioylesse and your wife, come downe Quickly, your parts are next, I had almost Forgot to send my chaplaine after them. You Domine where are you? Here my Lord. What in that shape? Tis for my part my Lord, Which is not all perform'd. It is sir, and the Play for this time. We Have other worke in hand. Then have you lost Action (I dare be bold to speake it) that Most of my coat could hardly imitate. Goe shift your coat sir, or for expedition, Cover it with your owne, due to your function. Follyes, as well as vices, may be hid so: Your vertue is the same; dispatch, and doe As Doctor Hughball shall direct you, go. Now Master Ioylesse, doe you note the progresse And the faire issue likely to insue In your sons cure? observe the Doctors art. First, he has shifted your sonnes knowne disease Of madnesse into folly; and has wrought him As farre short of a competent reason, as He was of late beyond it, as a man Infected by some fowle disease is drawne By physicke into an Anatomy, Before flesh fit for health can grow to reare him, So is a mad-man made a foole, before Art can take hold of him to wind him up Into his proper Center, or the Medium From which he flew beyond himselfe. The Doctor Assures me now, by what he has collected As well from learned authors as his practise, That his much troubled and confused braine Will by the reall knowledge of a woman, Now opportunely tane, be by degrees Setled and rectified, with the helpes beside Of rest and dyet, which he'le administer. But tis the reall knowledge of the woman (Carnall I think you meane) that carries it. Right, right. Nay right or wrong, I could even wish If he were not my husbands son, the Doctor Had made my selfe his Recipe, to be the meanes Of such a Cure.