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 0.78 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Flames rise on flames successively, the sphere Has no such fire as I do harbour here. What divine creature should the other be, well master Doctor, we shall be even with you. ay, do your pleasure sir, the small Riveret Does in its cold waves, seem to drench the sun (When like a riotous drunkard) his hot rays Sucks up the pearly waters, if this Lady We are in her breast, the burning spots of lust, They shall increase, and like the Stars, light her soul To th' firmament of pleasure. The business sirrah? The business sirrah, he's gotten into th' Lordly phrase Already, Sir the gentleman I speak off? Is this he? would you have aught with me sir? Amon Deui, this is the Doctor: Foutra I would fain speak to him, Sir I should be happy to initiate my knowledge in your acquaintance Master Mixum an Apothecary, at whose shop I use to eat Eringo Roots, did recommend me to you. Honest Tom Mixum, you are welcome; what's your design with me? Fame does divulge you to be a man experienced in the Arts. Of cozenage and lying excellently. Which does concern our bodily health. And you perhaps labor of some disease, And come to seek for remedy, I can As Galen or Hipocrates, read a lecture, On maladies, their causes and effects, Tell by the countenance of a man, the ill oppresses him, You by that Linea curva i'th' altitude of your horoscope, Should be subject to Calentures. Neen up mine seal min here: ick neat, infection vanish I never was subject to disease, but the gentile itch which I obtained in the Low Countries. I was in hot service certainly. With licence sir, let me desire your character, I long to know you, Symptoms of worth declare you in my opinion noble. I shall explain myself by land shape afar off, my father was a Dutch man. Which makes him look so like a smoked westphalia ham, or dry Dutch pudding. And one in the conspiracy with Barnevet, at whose hanging he fled o'er hither. And the gentle noose had knit up him, and a hundred of his country men, your land would not be pestered so with butter-boxes. Thinking to have purchased a monopoly for Tobacco: but that the Vintners took in snuff, and informed the gallants, who had like to smoked him for't. An admirable project. Afterwards he undertook to have drained the Fens, and there was drowned, and at the ducking time at Crowland drawn up in a net for a widgin. Pray sir what tribe was he of? He was no Jew Sir, yet he would take pawns, and their forfeits too, and has left me such as you see, I am a proper man: a trifling patrimony, a thousand pounds perannum. I admire no man begs him for a fool, and gets it from him. May I request your name?
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 197–236 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 40 in this edition
Length
489 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.782 (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)
Flames rise on flames successively, the spheare Has no such fire as I doe arbour here. What divine creature should the other be, well master Doctor, we shall be even with you. I, doe your pleasure sir, the small Riveret Does in its cold waves, seeme to drench the sun (When liks a riotous drunkard) his hot rayes Suckes up the pealy waters, if this Lady We are in her brest, the burning spots of lust, They shall encrease, and like the Starres, light her soule To th' firmament of pleasure. The businesse sirrha? The businesse sirha, he's gotten into th' Lordly phrase Already, Sir the gentleman I speake off? Is this he? would you have ought with me sir? Amon Deui, this is the Doctor: Foutra I would faine speake to him, Sir I should bee happy to initiate my knowledge in your acquaintance Master Mixum an Apothecary, at whose shop I use to eate Eringo Roots, did recommend me to you. Honest Tom Mixum, you are welcome; what's your designe with me? Fame does divulge you to be a man experienc'd in the Arts. Of cousenage and lying excellently. Which does concerne our bodily health. And you perhaps Iabor of some disease, And come to seeke for remedy, I can As Gallen or Hipocrates, read a lecture, On maladies, their causes and effects, Tell by the countenance of a man, the ill oppresses him, You by that altitude of your horoscope, Should be subject to Calentures. Neen up mine eale min here: ick neet, infection vanish I never was subject to disease, but the gentile itch which I obtaind in the Low Countries. I was in hot service certainely. With licence sir, let me desire your character, I long to know you, Symptomes of worth declare you in my opinion noble. I shall explaine my selfe by land shape a far off, my father was a Dutch man. Which makes him looke so like a smoak'd westphalia ham, or dry Dutch pudding. And one in the conspiracy with Barnevet, at whose hanging he fled ore hither. And the gentle noose had knit up him, and a hundred of his country men, our land would not be pestred so with butterboxes. Thinking to have purchas'd a monopoly for Tobacco: but that the Vintners tooke in snuffe, and inform'd the gallants, who had like to smoak'd him for't. An admirable project. Afterwards he undertooke to have drayn'd the Fens, and there was drown'd, and at the ducking time at Crowland drawne up in a net for a widgin. Pray sir what tribe was he of? He was no Jew Sir, yet he would take pawnes, and their forfeits too, and has left me such as you see, I am a proper man: a trifling patrimony, a thousand pounds perannum. I admire no man begs him for a foole, and gets it from him. May I request your name?