Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.76 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Are they up, and ready? Up! up, and ready to lie down again: There is no ho with them; They have been in th' Antipodes to some purpose; And, now, are risen, and returned themselves: he's her dear Per, and she is his sweet Mat. His Kingship and her Queenship are forgotten. And all their melancholy and his Travails past, And but supposed their dreams. 'tis excellent. Now sir, the Doctor, (for he is become An utter stranger to your son; and so Are all about 'em) craves your presence, And such as he's acquainted with. Go sir. And go you daughter. Daughter! that's the true trick of all old whoremasters, to call their wenches daughters. Has he known you friend Trulock too? Yes from his childhood. Go, then, and possess him (Now, he is sensible) how things have gone; what Art, what means, what friends have been employed in his rare cure; and win him, by degrees, to Sense of where he is; bring him to me; and I have yet an entertainment for him, Of better Settle-brain, than Drunkard's porridge, To set him right. As I am true Letoy, I have one Toy left. Go, and go you, why stay'st thou? If I had been a Gentlewoman borne, I should have been your daughter too my Lord. But never as she is. You'll know anon. Neat city-wives flesh, yet may be as good, As your course country gentlewoman's blood. Go with thy flesh to Turn-bull shambles? Hoe Within there. Here my Lord. The music, songs, And dance I gave command for, are they ready? All my good Lord: and (in good sooth) I cannot enough applaud your honours quaint conceit in the design; so apt, so regular, so pregnant, so acute, and so (withal) poetice legitimate, as I may say justly with Plautus— Prithee say no more, but see upon my signal given, they act as well as I designed. Nay not so well my exact Lord, but as they may, they shall. I know no flatterer in my house but this, But for his custom I must bear with him. 'Sprecious they come already. Now begin. Again you are welcome sir and welcome all. I am what you are pleased to make me; but withal, so ignorant of mine own condition; whether I sleep, or wake, or talk, or dream; whether I be, or be not; or if I am, whether I do, or do not any thing: for I have had (if I now wake) such dreams, and been so far transported in a long and tedious voyage of sleep, that I may fear my manners can acquire no welcome, where men understand themselves. This is Music, Sir, you are welcome; and I give full power Unto your father, and my daughter here, your mother to make you welcome. How! your daughter sir? My Lord you'll put him back again, if you trouble his brain with new discoveries. Fetch him you on again then: pray are you Letoy or I?
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504 words · 684 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.758 (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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Are they up, and ready? Vp! up, and ready to lye downe againe: There is no ho with them; They have bin in th' Antipodes to some purpose; And, now, are risen, and return'd themselves: He's her deare Per, and she is his sweet Mat. His Kingship and her Queenship are forgotten. And all their melancholly and his Travailes past, And but suppos'd their dreams. Tis excellent. Now sir, the Doctor, (for he is become An utter stranger to your sonne; and so Are all about em) craves your presence, And such as he's acquainted with. Go sir. And go you daughter. Daughter! that's the true trick of all old whore-masters, to call their wenches daughters. Has he knowne you friend Trulock too? Yes from his child-hood. Go, then, and possesse him (Now, he is sensible) how things have gone; what Arte, what meanes, what friends have bin imploy'd in his rare cure; and win him, by degrees, to Sense of where he is; bring him to me; and I have yet an entertainment for him, Of better Settle-braine, then Drunkards porridge, To set him right. As I am true Letoy, I have one Toy left. Go, and go you, why stayst thou? If I had beene a Gentle-woman borne, I should have bin your daughter too my Lord. But never as she is. You'le know anon. Neat city-wives flesh, yet may be as good, As your course countrey gentlewomans blood. Goe with thy flesh to Turn-bull shambles? Hoe Within there. Here my Lord. The musicke, songs, And dance I gave command for, are they ready? All my good Lord: and (in good sooth) I cannot enough applaude your honours quaint conceit in the designe; so apt, so regular, so pregnant, so acute, and so (withall) poetice legitimate, as I may say justly with Plautus — Prithee say no more, but see upon my signall given, they act as well as I design'd. Nay not so well my exact Lord, but as they may, they shall. I know no flatterer in my house but this, But for his custome I must beare with him. 'Sprecious they come already. Now beginne. Againe you are welcome sir and welcome all. I am what you are pleas'd to make me; but withall, so ignorant of mine owne condition; whether I sleepe, or wake, or talke, or dreame; whether I be, or be not; or if I am, whether I doe, or doe not any thing: for I have had (if I now wake) such dreames, and been so far transported in a long and tedious voyage of sleep, that I may fear my manners can acquire no welcome, where men understand themselves. This is Musick, Sir, you are welcome; and I give full power Unto your father, and my daughter here, your mother to make you welcome. How! your daughter sir? My Lord you'l put him backe againe, if you trouble his braine with new discoveries. Fetch him you on againe then: pray are you Letoy or I?