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 0.55 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Yes, and infallibly the cream of weapon salves, the simples which do concur to th' composition of it, speak it most sublime stuff; 'tis the rich Antidote that scorns the steel, and bids the Iron be in peace with men, or rust: Aurelius Bombastus, Paracelsus, was the first inventor of this admirable Unguent. He was my Countryman, and held an Errant Conjurer. The Devil he was as soon: an excellent Naturalist, & that was all upon my knowledge, Mr. Sconce; and 'tis thought my Mr. comes very near him in the secrets concerning bodies Physical, as Herbs, Roots, Plants vegetable and radical, out of whose quintessence, mixed with some hidden causes, he does extract this famous weapon salve, of which you now are Mr. There's a Welsh Doctor i'th' City reported skilful in compounding it. He? a mere Digon a whee; his salve, why it is Casebaby to my Masters: I dare be sworn 'tis nothing but Methegling boiled to jelly, the blades of Leeks, mixed with a Welsh goat's blood; then stamped, and strained through a piece of British frieze, or one of the old laps of Merlin's Jerkin. Probable Urinal. That Welsh Doctor I do not like: I did attempt him for the weapon salve, and like a Turk he answered me, that Hollanders were Jews. They are a rebellious nation that's certain. And that the salve was only made for Christians; there is a City Captain too; I know not how you style him. Not Iohn a styles, the Knight of the post is it? No, no, a very honest gentleman; but he's, reported to have achieved the salve in Lapland among the witches, and to be very liberal in imparting it to his friends, an Alderman's daughter Urinal may, and they say a witty gentlewoman. Is't possible Mr. Sconce? they have few sons of that condition. Had a desperate hole made in her by a gentleman, with his Butt-shaft, as in her Country garden he was shooting at Penny prick; was, when none else could do it, cured by this Captain. By this light a trifle, a mere trifle, the very scraping of our Galley-pots performs more monstrous wonders: there was a Puritan Mr. Sconce, who, cause he saw a Surplice in the Church, would needs hang himself in the Bell-ropes. Why did not the Sexton ring him by the ears for it? Him my Mr. seeing, did for experience' sake anoint the noose wherein his neck had been, and it recovered him. Is't possible he should so easily escape a hanging! but on good Urinal. Nay sir I'll tell you a greater miracle: You heard of the great training last Summer master Sconce? O when the whole: City went in Arms to take in Islington; marry I heard the alewives curse the report of their Muskets, it made their Pies and Custards quake i'th' Oven, and so come out bow-backed, whìch almost broke the poor Harlots. I then Mr. Sconce there was at least threescore blown up with a basket of powder, thirty of their lives my Master saved.
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 388–406 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 40 in this edition
Length
514 words · 717 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.547 (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)
Yes, and infallibly the creame of weapon salves, the simples which doe concurre to th' composition of it, speake it most sublime stuffe; tis the rich Antidoe that scorns the steele, and bids the Iron be in peace with men, or rust: Aurelius Bombastus, Paracelsus, was the first inventer of this admirable Unguent. He was my Countryman, and held an Errant Conjurer. The Devill he was as soone: an excellent Naturallist, & that was all upon my knowledge, Mr. Sconce; and tis thought my Mr. comes very neare him in the secrets concerning bodies Physicall, as Herbes, Roots, Plants vegetable and radicall, out of whose quintessence, mixt with some hidden causes, he does extract this famous weapon salve, of which you now are Mr. There's a Welch Doctor ith' City reported skilfull in compounding it. He? a meere Digon a whee▪ his salve, why it is Casebaby to my Masters: I dare be sworne tis nothing but Methegling boyld to jelly, the blades of Leeks, mixt with a Welch Goats blood; then stampt, and straind through a peece of British Freese, or one of the old laps of Merlins Jerkin. Probable Vrinall. That Welch Doctor I doe not like: I did attempt him for the weapon salve, and like a Turke hee answer'd me, that Hollanders were Iewes. They are a rebellious nation that's certaine. And that the salve was onely made for Christians; there is a City Captaine too; I know not how you stile him. Not Iohn a Stiles, the Knight of the post is it? No, no, a very honest gentleman; but he's, reported to have atchiev'd the salve in Lapland among the witches, and to be very liberall in imparting it to his friends, an Aldermans daughter Vrinall may, and they say a witty gentlewoman. Is't possible Mr. Sconce? they have few sonnes of that condition. Had a desperate hole made in her by a gentleman, with his But-shaft, as in her Country garden he was shooting at Penny pricke; was, when none else could doe it, eur'd by this Captaine. By this light a trifle, a meere trifle, the very scraping of our Galley-pots performes more monstrous wonders: there was a Puritane Mr. Sconce, who, cause he saw a Surplisse in the Church, would needs hang himselfe in the Bell-ropes. Why did not the Sexton ring him by the eares for it? Him my Mr. seeing, did for experience sake anoynt the noose wherein his necke had bin, and it recovered him. Is't possible he should so easily escape a hanging! but on good Vrinall. Nay sir Ile tell you a greater miracle: You heard of the great training last Summer master Sconce? O when the whol: City went in Armes to take in Islington; marry I heard the Ale-wives curse the report of their Muskets, it made their Pies and Custards quake ith'Oven, and so come out dow-back't, whìch almost broke the poore Harlots. I then Mr. Sconce there was at least three-score blown up with a basket of powder, thirty of their lives my Master sav'd.