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 0.65 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Nay we'll grant you more sir (that it will not) and yet prove it, and you shall prove yourself a (so you shall.) There had been another touch for him cosen Fortress, but I feared he would have understood me now, ere you shall prove it. Silence cosen Sconce, let's hear the whiffler if he cannot verify his words, sink me my Jo, he shall taste arm of dangerfield. Out of your words sir I'll prove it Diabolical, no cause Natural; begets the most contemned effect, Without a passage through the means, the fire cannot produce another fire until it be applied to subject apt to take Its flaming form, nor can a natural cause, Work at incompetent space: how then can this Neither consigned to th' matter upon which Its operation is to cause effect; Nay at so far a distance, work so great And admirable a cure beyond the reach And law of nature; yet by you maintained, A natural lawful agent, what dull sense can credit it. Very authentic this, well if the devil have ta'en the pains to be my surgeon, my arm I fear will be possessed, I feel an evil spirit in it already. Respect the doctor's answer. Sir, you speak reason, I must confess, but every cause Works not the same way; we distinguish thus: Some by a Physical and real touch Produce: So Carvers hewing the rough Marble, Frame a well polished statue: but there is A virtual contact too: which other causes Employ in acting their more rare effects, So the bright Sun does in the solid earth, By the infusive virtue of his rays, Convert the for did substance of the mould To Mines of metal, and the piercing air By cold reflection so engenders Ice; And yet you cannot say the chilly hand Of air, or quickening fingers of the Sun, Really touch the water or the earth. The Loadstone so by operative force, Causes the Iron which has felt his touch, To attract another Iron; nay, the Needle Of the ship guiding compass, to respect The cold Pole Arctic; just so the salve works, Certain hidden causes convey its powerful Virtue to the wound from the anointed Weapon, and reduce it to welcome soundness. The salve is legitimate again, Cosen Fortress, O rare Doctor Nay, you shall hear him tickle the gentlemen I warrant you. This, Mr. Doctor, is A weak evasion, and your purities Have small affinity; the glorious Sun As 'tis a general instrument of heaven, In all its great productions, and the Air An Elemental agent, naturally Engender Metals in the earth, and Ice On the self frizzling waters: The Loadstone As 'tis a simple body, may afford That virtue to the steel by secret power Of all-commanding nature. But that this, This weapon salve, a compound, should affect More than the purest bodies can, by ways More wonderful than they do, as applied Unto a sword a body void of life, Yet it must give life, or at least preserve it.
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 830–887 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 40 in this edition
Length
507 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.648 (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)
Nay we'l grant you more sir (that it will not) and yet prove it, and you shall prove your selfe a (so you shall.) There had been another touch for him cosen Fortresse, but I fear'd hee would have understood me now, ere you shall prove it. Silence cosen Sconce, let's heare the whifter if he cannot verifie his words, sink me my Jo, he shall taste arme of dangerfield. Out of your words sir Ile prove it Diabolicall, no cause Naturall; begets the most contemn'd effect, Without a passage through the meanes, the fire cannot produce another fire untill it be apply'd to subject apt to take Its flaming forme, nor can a naturall cause, Worke at incompetent space: how then can this Neither consign'd to th' matter upon which Its operation is to cause effect; Nay at so farre a distance, worke so great And admirable a cure beyond the reach And law of nature; yet by you maintain'd, A naturall lawfull agent, what dull sence can credit it. Very authenticke this, well if the divell have tane the paines to be my surgion, my arme I feare will be possest, I feele an evill spirit in it already. Respect the Doctors answer. Sir, you speake reason, I must confesse, but every cause Workes not the same way; 'we distinguish thus: Some by a Physicall and reall touch Produce: So Carvers hewing the rough Marble, Frame a well polish'd statue: but there is A virtuall contact too: which other causes Imploy in acting their more rare effects, So the bright Sun does in the solid earth, By the infusive vertue of his raies, Convert the for did substance of the mold To Mines of mettall, and the piercing ayre By cold reflexion so ingenders Ice; And yet you cannot say the chilly hand Of ayre, or quickning fingers of the Sunne, Really touch the water or the earth. The Load-stone so by operative force, Causes the Iron which has felt his touch, To attract another Iron; nay, the Needle Of the ship guiding compasse, to respect The cold Pole Articke; just so the salve workes, Certaine hidden causes convay its powerfull Vertue to the wound from the annointed Weapon, and reduce it to welcome soundnesse. The salve is legitimate agen, Cosen Fortresse, O rare Doctor Nay, you shall heare him tickle the gentlemen I warrant you. This, Mr. Doctor, is A weake evasion, and your purities Have small affinity; the glorious Sunne As tis a generall instrument of heaven, In all its great productions, and the Ayre An Elementall agent, naturally Ingender Mettalls in the earth, and Ice On the selfe waters: The Load-stone As tis a simple body, may afford That vertue to the steele by secret power Of all-commanding nature. But that this, This weapon lve, a compound, should affect More than the purest bodies can, by wayes More wonderfull than they doe, as apply'd Unto a sword a body voyd of life, Yet it must give life, or at least preserve it.