The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 13 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 0.77 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
You must do more than your duty, foolish Nurse: You must do all you can; and more than you can, Moore than is possible: when folks are sick, Especially, a Mistress; a young Mistress. Here's Mr. Doctor himself, cannot do that Doctor Doo-all can do it. Thence he's called so. Whence? what's he called? Doctor, do all you can, I pray you, and beseech you, for my charge, here. She's my tendering Gossip, loves my Niece. I know you can do all things, what you please, Sir, For a young Damsel, my good Lady's Niece, here! You can do what you list. Peace Tiffany. Especially in this new case, o' the Dropsy. The Gentlewoman (I do fear) is levened. Levened? what's that? Puffed, blown, and't please your worship. What! Dark, by darker? What is blown? puffed? speak English— Tainted (and't please you) some do call it. She swells, and swells so with it.— Give her vent, If she do swell. A Gimlet must be had: It is a Tympanites she is troubled with; There are three kinds: The first is Ana-sarca Under the Flesh, a Tumour: that's not hers. The second is Ascites, or Aquosus, A watery humour: that's not hers neither. But Tympanites (which we call the Drum) A wind bombes in her belly, must be unbraced, And with a Faucet, or a Peg, let out, And she'll do well: get her a husband. Yes, I say so Mr. Doctor, and betimes too. As Soon as we can: let her bear up to day, Laugh, and keep company, at Gleek, or Crimpe. Your Ladyship says right, Crimpe, sure, will cure her. Yes, and Gleek too; peace Gossip Tittle-Tattle, She must to morrow, down into the Country, Some twenty mile; A Coach, and six brave Horses: Take the fresh air, a month there, or five weeks: And than return a Bride, up to the Town, For any husband i'the Hemisphere, To chuck at; when she has dropped her Timpane. Must she than drop it? Thence, 'tis called a Dropsy. The Timpanites is one spice of it; A toy, a thing of nothing, a mere vapour: I'll blowed away. Needle, get you the Coach Ready, against to morrow morning. Yes Madam. I'll down with her myself, and thank the Doctor. We all shall thank him. But, dear Madam, think, Resolve upon a man, this day. I ha' doneed. To tell you true, (sweet Gossip;) here is none But Master Doctor, he shall be o' the Counsel: The man I have designed her to, indeed, Is Master Practise: he's a neat young man, Forward, and growing up, in a profession! Like to be some body, if the Hall stand! And Pleading hold! A prime young Lawyer's wife, Is a right happy fortune. And she bringing So plentiful a portion, they may live Like King, and Queen, at common Law together! Sway Judges; guide the Courts; command the Clerks, And fright the Evidence; rule at their pleasures, Like petty Sovereigns in all cases.
nodes 671–742 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 45 in this edition
Length
500 words · 748 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.774 (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)
You muſt doe more then your dutie, fooliſh Nurſe: You muſt doe all you can; and more then you can, More then is poſſible: when folkes are ſick, Eſpecially, a Miſtris; a young Miſtris. Here's Mr. Doctor himſelfe, cannot doe that Doctor Doo-all can doe it. Thence he's call'd ſo. Whence? what's hee call'd? Doctor, doe all you can, I pray you, and beſeech you, for my charge, here. She's my tendring Goſſip, loves my Neice. I know you can doe all things, what you pleaſe, Sir, For a young Damſel, my good Ladies Neice, here! You can doe what you liſt. Peace Tiffany. Eſpecially in this new caſe, o' the Dropſie. The Gentlewoman (I doe feare) is leven'd. Leven'd? what's that? Puft, blowne, and't pleaſe your worſhip. What! Darke, by darker? What is blowne? puff'd? ſpeake Engliſh— Tainted (and't pleaſe you) ſome doe call it. She ſwels, and ſwels ſo with it.— Give her vent, If ſhee doe ſwell. A Gimblet muſt be had: It is a Tympanites ſhe is troubled with; There are three kinds: The firſt is Ana-ſarca Vnder the Fleſh, a Tumor: that's not hers. The ſecond is Aſcites, or Aquoſus, A watry humour: that's not hers neither. But Tympanites (which we call the Drum) A wind bombes in her belly, muſt be unbrac'd, And with a Faucet, or a Peg, let out, And ſhe'll doe well: get her a husband. Yes, I ſay ſo Mr. Doctor, and betimes too. As Soone as wee can: let her beare up to day, Laugh, and keepe company, at Gleeke, or Crimpe. Your Ladiſhip ſayes right, Crimpe, ſure, will cure her. Yes, and Gleeke too; peace Goſſip Tittle-Tattle, Shee muſt to morrow, downe into the Countrey, Some twenty mile; A Coach, and ſix brave Horſes: Take the freſh aire, a moneth there, or five weekes: And then returne a Bride, up to the Towne, For any husband i'the Hemiſphere, To chuck at; when ſhe has dropt her Timpane. Muſt ſhe then drop it? Thence, 'tis call'd a Dropſie. The Timpanites is one ſpice of it; A toy, a thing of nothing, a meere vapour: Ile blow't away. Needle, get you the Coach Ready, againſt to morrow morning. Yes Madam. Ile downe with her my ſelfe, and thanke the Doctor. Wee all ſhall thanke him. But, deare Madam, thinke, Reſolve upon a man, this day. I ha' done't. To tell you true, (ſweet Goſſip;) here is none But Maſter Doctor, hee ſhall be o' the Counſell: The man I have deſign'd her to, indeed, Is Maſter Practiſe: he's a neat young man, Forward, and growing up, in a profeſſion! Like to be ſome body, if the Hall ſtand! And Pleading hold! A prime young Lawyers wife, Is a right happy fortune. And ſhee bringing So plentifull a portion, they may live Like King, and Queene, at common Law together! Sway Judges; guide the Courts; command the Clarkes, And fright the Evidence; rule at their pleaſures, Like petty Soveraignes in all caſes.