The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 12 of 45
Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.79 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
And to shine in Plush. Like a young night Crow, a Diaphanous Silkworm. Lady Diaphanous sounds most delicate! Which would you choose, now Mistress? Cannot tell. The copy does confounded one. Here's my Mother. How now, my dainty charge, and diligent Nurse? What were you chanting on? (God bless you Maiden.) We were enchanting all; wishing a husband For my young Mistress here. A man to please her. She shall have a man, good Nurse, and must have a man: A man, and a half, if we can choose him out: We are all in Counsel within, and sit about it: The Doctors, and the Scholars, and my Lady; Who's wiser than all us—. Where's Mr. Needle? Her Ladyship so lacks him to prick out The man? How does my sweet young Mistress? You look not well, me thinks! how do you, dear charge? You must have a husband, and you shall have a husband; There's two put out to making for you: A third, Your Uncle promises: But you must still Be ruled by your Aunt: according to the will Of your dead father, and mother (who are in heaven.) Your Lady-Aunt has choice i'the house for you: We do not trust your Uncle; he would keep you A Bachelor still, by keeping of your portion: And keep you not alone without a husband, But in a sickness: I, and the green sickness, The Maiden's malady; which is a sickness: A kind of a disease, I can assure you, And like the Fish our Mariners call remora—. A remora Mistress! How now goody Nurse? Dame Keep of Katernes? what? have you an oar I' the Cockboat, 'cause you are a Sailor's wife? And come from Shadwell? I say a remora: For it will stay a Ship, that's under Sail! And stays are long, and tedious things to Maids! And maidens are young ships, that would be sailing, When they be rigged: wherefore is all their trim else? True; and for them to be stayed—. The stay is dangerous: You know it Mistress Needle. I know somewhat: And can assure you, from the Doctor's mouth, She has a Dropsy; and must change the air, Before she can recover. Say you so, Sir? The Doctor says so. Says his worship so? I warrant 'em he says true, than; they sometimes Are Soothsayerss, and always cunning men. Which Doctor was it? Eeene my Lady's Doctor: The neat house-Doctor: But a true stone-Doctor. Why? hear you, Nurse? How comes this gear to pass? This is your fault in truth: It shall be your fault, And must be your fault: why is your Mistress sick? She had her health, the while she was with me. Alas good Mistress Polish, I am no Saint, Much less, my Lady, to be urged give health, Or sickness at my will: but to await The stars good pleasure, and to do my duty.
nodes 607–670 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 45 in this edition
Length
485 words · 661 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.790 (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)
And to ſhine in Pluſh. Like a young night Crow, a Diaphanous Silkeworme. Lady Diaphanous ſounds moſt delicate! Which would you chooſe, now Miſtris? Cannot tell. The copie does confound one. Here's my Mother. How now, my dainty charge, and diligent Nurſe? What were you chanting on? ( God bleſſe you Maiden.) Wee were inchanting all; wiſhing a husband For my young Miſtris here. A man to pleaſe her. Shee ſhall have a man, good Nurſe, and muſt have a man: A man, and a halfe, if wee can chooſe him out: We are all in Counſell within, and ſit about it: The Doctors, and the Schollers, and my Lady; Who's wiſer then all us—. Where's Mr. Needle? Her Ladiſhip ſo lacks him to prick out The man? How does my ſweet young Miſtris? You looke not well, me thinkes! how doe you, deare charge? You muſt have a husband, and you ſhall have a husband; There's two put out to making for you: A third, Your Vncle promiſes: But you muſt ſtill Be rul'd by your Aunt: according to the will Of your dead father, and mother (who are in heaven.) Your Lady-Aunt has choiſe i'the houſe for you: Wee doe not truſt your Vncle; hee would keepe you A Batchler ſtill, by keeping of your portion: And keepe you not alone without a husband, But in a ſickneſſe: I, and the greene ſickneſſe, The Maidens malady; which is a ſickneſſe: A kind of a diſeaſe, I can aſſure you, And like the Fiſh our Mariners call remora—. A remora Miſtris! How now goody Nurſe? Dame Keepe of Katernes? what? have you an oare I' the Cockboat, 'cauſe you are a Saylors wife? And come from Shadwell? I ſay a remora: For it will ſtay a Ship, that's under Saile! And ſtaies are long, and tedious things to Maids! And maidens are young ſhips, that would be ſailing, When they be rigg'd: wherefore is all their trim elſe? True; and for them to be ſtaid—. The ſtay is dangerous: You know it Mrs. Needle. I know ſomewhat: And can aſſure you, from the Doctors mouth, Shee has a Dropſie; and muſt change the ayre, Before ſhe can recover. Say you ſo, Sir? The Doctor ſaies ſo. Sayes his worſhip ſo? I warrant 'hem he ſayes true, then; they ſometimes Are Sooth-ſayers, and alwayes cunning men. Which Doctor was it? Eeene my Ladies Doctor: The neat houſe-Doctor: But a true ſtone-Doctor. Why? heare you, Nurſe? How comes this geare to paſſe? This is your fault in truth: It ſhall be your fault, And muſt be your fault: why is your Miſtris ſicke? Shee had her health, the while ſhee was with me. Alas good Miſtris Poliſh, I am no Saint, Much leſſe, my Lady, to be urg'd give health, Or ſickneſſe at my will: but to awaite The ſtarres good pleaſure, and to doe my duty.