Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 25 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 0.71 · 496 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.

Indeed your worship should do well to advice him, To cleanse his body, all the three high ways; That is, by Sweat, Purge, and Phlebatomy. You say well learned Tim, I'll first prescribe him, To give his purse a purge once, twice a week At Dices, or Cards: And when the weather is open, Sweated at a bowling Alley; or be let blood I' the lending vein, and bleed a matter of fifty, Or threescore ounces at a time. Than put Your thumbs under your Girdle, and have some body Else, pull out your purse for you, till with more ease, And a good habit, you can do it yourself. And than be sure always to keep good diet; And h'your table furnished from one end, Unto the t'other: It is good for the eyes, But feed you on one dish still, ha' your Diet-drink, Ever in Bottles ready, which must come From the Kings-head: I will prescribe you nothing; But what I'll take before you mine own self: That is my course with all my Patients. Very methodical, Secundùm Artem. And very safe pro captu recipientis. All errand learned men, how they ' spute Latin. I had it of a Jew, and a great Rabbi, Who every morning cast his cup of White-wine With sugar, and by the residence i' the bottom, Would make report of any Chronic malady, Such as Sir Moaths is, being an oppilation, In that you call the neck o'the money bladder, Most anatomical, and by dissection. O Mr. Doctor, and his Apothecary Good Mr. Item, and my Mistress Polish! We need you all above! she's fall'n again, In a worse fit than ever. Who? Your charge. Come away Gentlemen. This fit with the Doctor, Hath mended me past expectation. O Sir Diaphanous, ha' you done? I ha' brought it. That's well. But who shall carry it now? A friend: I'll found a friend to carry it; Mr. Bias here Will not deny me that. What is't? To carry A Challenge I have writ unto the Captain. Faith but I will Sir, you shall pardon me For a twi-reason of State: I'll hearens Challenges; I will not hazard my Lords favour so; Or forfeit mine own Judgement with his honour, To turn a Russian: I have to commend me Naught but his Lordship's good opinion; And to't my Kallygraphy, a fair hand, Fit for a Secretary: Now you know, a man's hand Being his executing part in fight, Is more obnoxious to the common peril— You shall not fight Sir, you shall only search My Antagonist; commit us fairly there Vpo' the ground on equal terms. O Sir! But if my Lord should hear I stood at end Of any quarrel, 'twere an end of me In a state course! I ha'read the Politics; And heard th'opinions of our best Divines. The Gentleman has reason! Where was first The birth of your acquaintance? or the Cradle Of your strict friend shipmade?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12]
First performance (BritDrama)1632 [Oct]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1172 · TCP A72473 · DEEP 5124.19
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1411–1480 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 45 in this edition
Length496 words · 683 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T3 — Sickness, physic and doctors cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.706 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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)
Indeed your worſhip ſhould doe well to adviſe him, To clenſe his body, all the three high wayes; That is, by Sweat, Purge, and Phlebatomy. You ſay well learned Tim, Ile firſt preſcribe him, To give his purſe a purge once, twice a weeke At Dice, or Cards: And when the weather is open, Sweat at a bowling Alley; or be let blood I' the lending veine, and bleed a matter of fifty, Or threeſcore ounces at a time. Then put Your thumbs under your Girdle, and have ſome body Elſe, pull out your purſe for you, till with more eaſe, And a good habit, you can doe it your ſelfe. And then be ſure alwayes to keepe good diet; And h'your table furniſh'd from one end, Vnto the tother: It is good for the eyes, But feed you on one diſh ſtill, ha' your Diet-drinke, Ever in Bottles ready, which muſt come From the Kings-head: I will preſcribe you nothing; But what Ile take before you mine owne ſelfe: That is my courſe with all my Patients. Very methodicall, Secundùm Artem. And very ſafe pro captu recipientis. All errant learned men, how they 'ſpute Latine. I had it of a Jew, and a great Rabbi, Who every morning caſt his cup of White-wine With ſugar, and by the reſidence i' the bottome, Would make report of any Chronick malady, Such as Sir Moath's is, being an oppilation, In that you call the neck o'the money bladder, Moſt anatomicall, and by diſſection. O Mr. Doctor, and his Pothecary Good Mr. Item, and my Miſtris Poliſh! Wee need you all above! Shee's falne againe, In a worſe fit then ever. Who? Your charge. Come away Gentlemen. This fit with the Doctor, Hath mended me paſt expectation. O Sir Diaphanous, ha' you done? I ha' brought it. That's well. But who ſhall carry it now? A friend: Ile find a friend to carry it; Mr. Bias here Will not deny me that. What is't? To carry A Challenge I have writ unto the Captaine. Faith but I will Sir, you ſhall pardon me For a twi-reaſon of State: Ile heren Challenges; I will not hazard my Lords favour ſo; Or forfeit mine owne Judgement with his honour, To turne a Ruſſian: I have to commend me Nought but his Lordſhips good opinion; And to't my Kallygraphy, a faire hand, Fit for a Secretary: Now you know, a mans hand Being his executing part in fight, Is more obnoxious to the common perill— You ſhall not fight Sir, you ſhall onely ſearch My Antagoniſt; commit us fairely there Vpo' the ground on equall termes. O Sir! But if my Lord ſhould heare I ſtood at end Of any quarrell, 'twere an end of me In a ſtate courſe! I ha'read the Politiques; And heard th'opinions of our beſt Divines. The Gentleman has reaſon! Where was firſt The birth of your acquaintance? or the Cradle Of your ſtrickt friend ſhipmade?