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 0.88 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Your wit is very scurvy Sir: if you serve a Creature here to carry messages; pray deliver one to her. I may choose whether I will or no though. Nay, and he shall choose sir. Prithee good friend let him; I'll do't myself. Nay, that you shall not neither: what stand I here for? But sir, 'tis not the fashion of this liberal age, to employ a man of merit in a message without consideration: your lawyer's clerk will not acquaint his Master with a client's cause, until his fist be soundly greased: Why may not I then use the privilege of my office? Sir, we Doctors men take aurum palpabile for Restorative: you are not unfurnished sir. O thou wouldst have money; there's for thee, prithee Entreat her presence. Instantly, instantly, noble sir, Mr. Sconce pray bear this worthy gentleman company. Why should she lodge here? all similitude Explains this house for vicious, and this Doctor For an impostor: Though she have been sick, She might have found to remedy her disease, Another, and more famed Physician Than this: She stays perhaps to bear Her sister company. Whatsoere's the cause, Who dare deprave her innocence, or cast A thought of blemish on her virtues? Light Diffused through air (although some thick-browed fog, Or sickly vapour do invade airs sweetness) Suffers no loathed corruption. Thorns may gore With envious pricking, the discoloured leaves Of the chaste woodbine, but can never blast Their unstained freshness. Now in the name of madness what ails this man? Sir are you jealous of your wife before you have her? What if I be sir. She may chance Cuckold you after you have her for it. Good Coxcomb hold thy prattling. Coxcomb? how Coxcomb to a naturalized Dutchman? Death sir, shall I blow you down with my Can; or show you Twibill. How Sir? Nay, be not angry man, I meant no harm, 'tis but a compliment all salutation, I purchased of the Mr. of the Order o'th' valiant Knights of the Twibill. A new Order of Knighthood, that may I know the institution. Servant welcome: Lovering entreat That gentleman to withdraw with Mr. doctor's man. Sir, my Mistress begs your absence. Beggars are no choosers my friend: she shall Undergo no contradiction: but Madam, 'tis the fashion As I take't, to salute at meeting, and kiss at parting. You had best kiss her double Mr. Sconce. Lady, serviture vostre & a vous assi Monsieur tresnoble. He looks like a squirrel indeed: this way sir. I hope you grow to perfect health, The Native beauty that once filled your cheeks, Like to the budding Rose puts forth again, After cold winter's violence: and your lips On whose soft touch, had it been possible, Death would have died himself, begin to show Like untouched Cherries, pale with Morning dew, Which once shaked off, the purple fruit aspires With amorous blushes to entice the small Linnet and wanton Sparrow from their Lays, To dote on its pure tincture, till they eat What they admired.
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 269–319 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 40 in this edition
Length
507 words · 713 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.880 (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)
Your wit is very scurvy Sir: if you serve a Creature here to carry messages; pray deliver one to her. I may chuse whether I will or no though. Nay, and he shall chuse sir. Prethee good friend let him; ile doe't my selfe. Nay, that you shall not neither: what stand I here for? But sir, 'tis not the fashion of this liberall age, to imploy a man of merit in a message without consideration: your Lawyers Clark will not acquaint his Master with a Clyents cause, untill his fist be soundly greas'd: Why may not I then use the priviledge of my office? Sir, wee Doctors men take aurum palpabile for Restorative: you are not unfurnished sir. O thou wouldst have money; there's for thee, prethee Intreat her presence. Instantly, instantly, noble sir, Mr. Sconce pray bear this worthy gentleman company. Why should she lodge here? all similitude Explaines this house for vicious, and this Doctor For an impostor: Though she have bin sicke, She might have found to remedy her disease, Another, and more fam'd Physician Than this: She stayes perhaps to beare Her sister company. Whatsoere's the cause, Who dare deprave her innocence, or cast A thought of blemish on her vertues? Light Diffus'd through aire (although some thicke-brow'd fogge, Or sickly vapour doe invade ayres sweetnesse) Suffers no loath'd corruption. Thomes may gore With envious pricking, the discoloured leaves Of the chaste wood-binde, but can never blast Their unstain'd freshnesse. Now in the name of madnesse what this man? Sir are you jealous of your wife before you have her? What if I be sir. She may chance Cuckold you after you have her for it. Good Gocombe hold thy pratling. Coxcombe? how Coxcombe to a naturallis'd Dutchman? Death sir, shall I blow you downe with my Can; or shew you Twibill. How Sir? Nay, bee not angry man, I meant no harme, tis but a complement all salutation, I purchas'd of the Mr. of the Order oth' valiant Knights of the Twibill. A new Order of Knight-hood, that may I know the institution. Servant welcome: Lovering intreat That gentleman to withdraw with Mr. Doctors man. Sir, my Mistris begs your absence. Beggars are no chusers my friend: she shall Undergoe no contradiction: but Madam, tis the fashion As I tak't, to salute at meeting, and kisse at parting. You had best kisse her double Mr. Sconce. Lady, serviture vostre & a vous assi Monsieur tresnoble. He lookes like a squirrill indeed: this way sir. I hope you grow to perfect health, The Native beauty that once sild your cheeks, Like to the budding Rose puts forth agen, After cold winters violence: and your lips On whose soft touch, had it bin possible, Death would have dy'd himselfe, begin to shew Like untouch'd Cherries, pale with Morning dew, Which once shak't off, the purple fruit aspires With amorous blushes to intice the small Linnet and wanton Sparrow from their Layes, To doate on its pure tincture, till they eate What they admir'd.