Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.76 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
HOw do these new Guests like us? Very well: That fortnight they've been here, I have observed From them not the least relish of distaste; The Lady and her sister are so good Themselves, their innocence cannot mistrust Ill in another, specially in us, Who do assume that formal gravity Might dash prying eyes: But is the sister Cured of her Ague perfectly? The Spring Does not produce an Ague but for Physic, She's cured, and only does expect her sister, The Lady Yellow, otherwise I fear We should not have her company. green-sickness take her, I thought it had been that, and then my Art Would have been requisite. I should have found Some lusty youth that would have given her physic, More powerful to expel that lazy humour Than all your Cordials: Heaven, I can but think How in this seven years, since we came to town, The Tide is turned with us: when thou wert an Inn- Keeping Apothecary in the Country, The furniture of our shop was Galley-pots, Filled with Conserve of Roses, empty Boxes, And Aqua vitae glasses: and now thou art My most admired Doctor, walk'st in Satin, And in plush, my heart. Applaud my wit that has effected it. You will grant I hope An equal share to me? Was it not I That first advised you to set up a School For Female vaulters, and within pretence Of giving Physic, give them an overplus To their disease. How much this has conduced To our advancement, forgetfulness itself Cannot deny. Nor will I, my dear associate, I have now Achieved a wealth sufficient to procure myself a licence, though the murmuring Doctors That do not bite-back it, though they watch All opportunities that may undo My estimation: we must therefore arm ourselves with circumspective care: be sure Those virtuous gentle women, who are now Domestic guests, have no cause to suspect A misdemeanour here, nor that, our daughter, A virgin could as morning air or Ice. So timorous of society, that she seems Neglectful of mankind, be exposed to every common eye, Frequents our house, we must be politic, wise, or our state, Will soon embrace a ruin. Are you the Doctor Artless pray sir? My name is Artless Sir, I am sent from Mr. Mixum, your Apothecary, to give attendance on you. Your name is Urinal, I take it? you take my name by the right end sir, my father was a brother of master Mixum's function: marry my mother told me a Doctor got me, for professions sake I hope you'll use me kindly. Doubt not good Urinal, if thou be'st not cracked canst thou hold water. Well, that is, be secret, insooth husband, the young man will be very good at a dead lift, to serve our patients turns, he has a promising countenance.
before the Court;Phoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Boys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1148 · TCP A01773 · DEEP 980
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 0–59 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 40 in this edition
Length
474 words · 623 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.761 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
HOw doe these new Guests like us? Very well: That fortnight they've beene here, I have observ'd From them not the least relish of distaste; The Lady and her sister are so good Themselves, their innocence cannot mistrust Ill in another, specially in us, Who doe assume that formall gravity Might dash prying eyes: But is the sister Cur'd of her Ague perfectly? The Spring Does not produce an Ague but for Physicke, She's cur'd, and onely does expect her sister, The Lady Yellow, otherwise I feare We should not have her company. Green-Sicknesse take her, I thought it had beene that, and then my Art Would have beene requisite. I should have found Some lusty youth that would have given her physicke, More powerfull to expell that lasie humour Than all your Cordialls: Heaven, I can but thinke How in this seven yeares, since we came to towne, The Tide is turnd with us: when thou wert an Inne- Keeping Apothecary in the Country, The furniture of our shop was Gally-pots, Fild with Conserve of Roses, empty Boxes, And Aqua vitae glasses: and now thou art My most admir'd Doctor, walk'st in Sattin, And in plush, my heart. Applaud my wit that has effected it. You will grant I hope An equall share to me? Was it not I That first advis'd you to set up a Schoole For Female vaulters, and within pretence Of giving Physicke, give them an over-plus To their disease. How much this has conduc'd To our advancement, forgetfulnesse it selfe Cannot deny. Nor will I, my deare associate, I have now Atchiev'd a wealth sufficient to procure My selfe a license, though the murmuring Doctors That doe not bite-backe it, though they watch All opportunities that may undoe My estimation: we must therefore arme Our selves with circumspective care: be sure Those vertuous gentle women, who are now Domesticke guests, have no cause to suspect A misdemeanour here, nor that, our daughter, A virgine could as morning ayre or Ice. So timerous of society, that shee seemes Neglectfull of mankind, be expos'd to every common eye, Frequents our house, we must be politicke, wise, or our state, Will soone embrace a ruine. Are you the Doctor Artlesse pray sir? My name is Artlesse Sir, I am sent from Mr. Mixum, your Apothecary, to give attendance on you. Your name is Vrinall, I take it? you take my name by the right end sir, my father was a brother of master Mixum's function: marry my mother told me a Doctor got me, for professions sake I hope you'l use me kindly. Doubt not good Vrinall, if thou beest not crack'd canst thou hold water. Well, that is, bee secret, insooth husband, the young man will be very good at a dead lift, to serve our patients turnes, he has a promising countenance.