The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 41 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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Good, say to 'em, Mr. Item, My Niece is on my Lady's side: they'll found her there. I pray to be but spared, for half an hour: I'll see 'em presently. Do, put 'em of, Tim. And tell 'em the importance of the business. Here, he is come! sooth; and have all out of him. How do you Ladybird? so hard at work, still? What's that you say? Do you bid me walk, sweet Bird? And tell our Knight? I william. How? walk knave, walk? I think ye are angry with me Fine Pol! Pol's a fine bird! O fine Lady Pol! Almond for Parrot; Parrat's a brave bird: Three hundred thousand pieces ha' you stuck, Edge-long into the ground, within the Garden? O'bounteous Bird! And me, most happy creature. Smother your joy. How? and dropped twice so many— Ha! where? Contain yourself. I' the old Well? I cannot, I am a man of flesh, and blood: Who can contain himself, to hear the Ghost Of a dead Lady, do such works as these? And a City Lady too, o'the straight waste? he's gone. I will go try the truth of it. Fellow him, See what he does; if he bring you A'ssay of it now. I'll say he's a rare fellow: And has a rare disease. And I will work As rare a cure upon him. How, good Doctor? When he hath uttered all, that you would know of him; I'll cleanse him with a pill (as small as a pease) And stop his mouth: for there his issue lies, Between the Muscles o'the tongue. he's come. What did he, Item? The first step he stepped Into the Garden, he pulled these five pieces Up, in a finger's breath one of another. The dirt sticks on 'em still. I know enough. Doctor, proceed with your Cure, I'll make thee famous, Famous among the sons of the Physicians, Machaon, Podalirius, Esculapius. Thou shalt have a golden beard, as well as he had; And thy Tim Item here, have one of silver: A livery beard. And all thy Pothecaries Belong to thee. Where's Squire Needle? gone? he's pricked away, now he has done the work. Prepare his pill, and give it him afore Supper. I'll sand for a dozen o'labourers to morrow, To turn the surface o'the Garden up. In mould? bruise every clod? And have all sifted; For I'll not lose a piece o'the Birds bounty, And take an Inventory of all. And than, I would go down into the Well— Myself; No trusting other hands: Six hundred thousand, To the first three; nine hundred thousand pound— 'Twill purchase the whole Bench of Aldermanity, Stripped to their shirts. There never did accrue, So great a gift to man, and from a Lady, I never saw but once; now I remember, We met at Merchants▪ Taylors-hall, at dinner, In Thredneedle street, Which was a sign Squire Needle Should have the thredding of this thread.
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Length
493 words · 709 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.766 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Good, ſay to 'hem, Mr. Item, My Neice is on my Ladies ſide: they'll find her there. I pray to be but ſpar'd, for halfe an houre: Ile ſee 'hem preſently. Doe, put 'hem off, Tim. And tell 'hem the importance of the buſines. Here, he is come! ſooth; and have all out of him. How doe you Lady-bird? ſo hard at worke, ſtill? What's that you ſay? Doe you bid me walke, ſweet Bird? And tell our Knight? I will. How? walke knave, walke? I thinke y' are angry with me Fine Pol! Pol's a fine bird! O fine Lady Pol! Almond for Parrat; Parrat's a brave bird: Three hundred thouſand peeces ha' you ſtuck, Edge-long into the ground, within the Garden? O'bounteous Bird! And me, moſt happy creature. Smother your joy. How? and drop'd twice ſo many— Ha! where? Containe your ſelfe. I' the old Well? I cannot, I am a man of fleſh, and blood: Who can containe himſelfe, to heare the Ghoſt Of a dead Lady, doe ſuch workes as theſe? And a Citie Lady too, o'the ſtreight waſte? Hee's gone. I will goe try the truth of it. Follow him, See what he does; if he bring you A'ſſay of it now. Ile ſay hee's a rare fellow: And has a rare diſeaſe. And I will worke As rare a cure upon him. How, good Doctor? When he hath utter'd all, that you would know of him; Ile clenſe him with a pill (as ſmall as a peaſe) And ſtop his mouth: for there his iſſue lies, Betweene the Muſcles o'the tongue. Hee's come. What did he, Item? The firſt ſtep he ſtept Into the Garden, he pull'd theſe five peices Vp, in a fingers breath one of another. The durt ſticks on 'hem ſtill. I know enough. Doctor, proceed with your Cure, Ile make thee famous, Famous among the ſonnes of the Phyſicians, Machaon, Podalirius, Eſculapius. Thou ſhalt have a golden beard, as well as he had; And thy Tim Item here, have one of ſilver: A livery beard. And all thy 'Pothecaries Belong to thee. Where's Squire Needle? gone? Hee's prick'd away, now he has done the worke. Prepare his pill, and gi' it him afore Supper. Ile ſend for a dozen o'labourers to morrow, To turne the ſurface o'the Garden up. In mould? bruiſe every clod? And have all ſifted; For Ile not looſe a peice o'the Birds bounty, And take an Inventory of all. And then, I would goe downe into the Well— My ſelfe; No truſting other hands: Sixe hundred thouſand, To the firſt three; nine hundred thouſand pound— 'Twill purchaſe the whole Bench of Aldermanity, Stript to their ſhirts. There never did accrew, So great a gift to man, and from a Lady, I never ſaw but once; now I remember, Wee met at Merchants▪ Taylors-hall, at dinner, In Thred-needle ſtreet, Which was a ſigne Squire Needle Should have the thredding of this thred.