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 0.80 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Adieu min vroen, I have a pestilent mind to this talking harlotry, I will to her, but if I should obtain the Neapolitan beneath, a creek i'th' back, or so, from her, 'twould be but a scurvy touch, that for me, I should be forced to swim i'th' tub for it, or be hanged by the arms, and smoked like a bloat herring, I had forgot my precious salve, should I be served so, 'twere but dressing the weapon that hurt me (which I can have at any time) and be sound again, ha other donsellas: Madams, they are creatures of Plush, and Satin, I'll accost them. This is the gentleman I told you of, I wonder what his quality may be, our Landlord the Doctor is a much famed man, and surely very honest. It shall be so, my English is not complete enough To hold discourse with Ladies of regard, my natural Dutch too is a Clownish speech, and only fit to court A leagurer in: no your French shall do it, and thank My memory, I am perfect in it, 'tis your most Accomplished language, there's scarce a gallant but does woe His mistress in the mood, but if they should Not understand me: well I will experce Me it. He means to speak surely in cringes. Madametres puissant en lecommand. de touts ceurs de cest monde, je que sui semond & invite en tant de lieux que je ne scay ou aller pour abrir mon sayn: a un bewtie digne de mon acceptance. Heyday, what's this, how should he know Who can speak French. He supposes it, prithee answer him sister. Suivant vostre treschier virtue, je sui si liberal Que je abadonnerenie & renounce a tout mis biens daemon vid mon Engin mon alayne mon sang & mon Pensir (pour je ne saurioye, que dire) proueior mon Ceur mon affection tout a vostre plaiseur. Aproche's je ne vou's morderay pas. Si je ne vous fay tratement t'el que A vous appartient, je espere que vostre Noblez te contera de mon bon intention. There is the Lady you inquire for. Thank thee my friend, there's for Thy pains, depart. Nephew stand clear, observe. Sily'a chose en mon petit povoir en quoy je vous pvisse Servir & aider commands moy librement. Vous Este fort & liberal de suparoll monsieur. At it so close, so now he wrings her hand, And she smiles on him: and her sister laughs At the lascivious posture, that I could Command a flash of lightning, or usurp A minute the prerogative of death That I might force a ruin on them, sudden As water falls from mountains, yet so wretched, They might despair and damn themselves, what say they? They speak French, I understand them not. O that's the age's bawd to lustful contracts, Hell seize them, may their lips, like twins In mischief grow together, that their foul breath May have no vent, least like some poisonous fog, It do infect the air. Per dona mi Madam apre's les's leures le main.
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 452–498 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 40 in this edition
Length
510 words · 731 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.797 (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)
Adiew min vroen, I have a pestilent mind to this talking harlotry, I will to her, but if I should obtain the Neapolitan beneach, a creeke ith'backe, or so, from her, 'twould be but a sourvy touch, that for me, I should be forc'd to swim ith tub for it, or be hang'd by the armes, and smoak'd like a bloat herring, I had forgot my pretious salve, should I be serv'd so, 'twere but dressing the weapon that hurt mee (which I can have at any time) and be sound agen, ha other donsella's: Madams, they are creatures of Plush, and Sattin, Ile accost them. This is the gentleman I told you of, I wonder what his quality may be, our Landlord the Doctor is a much fam'd man, and surely very honest. It shall be so, my English is not compleate enough To hold discourse with Ladies of regard, my naturall Dutch too is a Clownish speech, and only fit to court A leagurer in: no your French shall doe it, and thanke My memory, I am perfest in it, tis your most Accomplish'd language, there's scarce a gallant but does woe His mistris in the moode, but if they should Not understand me: well I will experce Me it. He meanes to speake surely in cringes. Madametres puissant en lecommand. de touts ceurs de cest monde, ie que sui semond & invite en tant de lieux que ie ne scay u aller pour abrir mon sayn: a vn bewtie digne de mon acceptance. Heyday, what's this, how should he know Who can speake French. He supposes it, prithee answer him sister. Suiuant vostre treschier virtue, Ie sui si liberal Que ie abadonnerenie & renounce a tout mis biens Demon vid mon Engin mon alayne mon sang & mon Pensir (pour ie ne saurioye, que dire) proueior mon Ceur mon affection tout a vostre plaiseur. Aproche's ie ne vou's morderay pas. Si ié ne vous fay tratement t'el que A vons appartient, ie espere que vostre Noblez te contera de mon bon intention. There is the Lady you enquire for. Thanke thee my friend, there's for Thy paines, depart. Nephew stand cleare, observe. Sily'a chose en mon petit povoir en quoy ie vous puisse Servir & aider commandes moy librement. Vous Este fort & liberal de suparoll monsieur. At it so close, so now he wrings her hand, And she smiles on him: and her sister laughs At the lascivious posture, that I could Command a flash of lightning, or usurpe A minute the prerogative of death That I might force a ruine on them, suddaine As water falls from mountaines, yet so wretched, They might despaire and damne themselves, what say they? They speake French, I understand them not. O that's the ages bawd to lustfull contracts, Hell seise them, may their lips, like twins In mischiefe grow together, that their foule breath May have no vent, least like some poisonous fogge, It doe infect the aire. Per dona mi Madam apre's le's leures le maine.