The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 44 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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
But yours will not be taken, Worshipful Doctor; you are good security For a suit of clothes, to th' Tailor, that dares trust you: But not for such a sum, as is this Action. Varlet, You know my mind. You must to prison, Sir, Unless you can found Bail the Creditor likes. I would feign found it, if you'd show me where. It is a terrible Action; more indeed, Than many a man is worth. And is called Fright-Baile. Faith I will bail him, at mine own peril. Varlet, be gone: I'll once ha'the reputation, To be security for such a sum. Bear up Sir Moth. He is not worth the Buckles About his Belt, and yet this Ironside clashes. Peace, jest he hear you Doctor; we'll make use of him. What doth your brother Compass, Captain Ironside, Demand of us, by way of challenge, thus? Your Neices portion; in the right of his wife. I have assured one portion, to one Niece, And have no more t'account for, that I know of: What I may do in charity— if my sister, Will bid an Offering for her maid, and him, As a Benevolence to 'em, after Supper, I'll spit into the Basin, and entreat My friends to do the like. Spit out thy gall, And heart, thou Viper: I will now no mercy, No pity of thee, thy false Niece, and Needle; Bring forth your Child, or I appeal you of murder, You, and this Gossip here, and Mother Chair. The Gentleman's fall'n mad! Not, Mistress Midwife. I saw the Child, and you did give it me, And put it i' my arms, by this ill token, You wished me such another; and it cried. The Law is plain; if it were heard to cry, And you produce it not, he may indict All that conceal it, of Felony, and Murder. And I will take the boldness, Sir, to do it: Beginning with Sir Moth here, and his Doctor. Good faith this same is like to turn a business. And a shrewd business, marry: they all start ated. I ha' the right thread now, and I will keep it. You goody Keep, confess the truth to my Lady, The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth. I scorn to be prevented of my glories. I plotted the deceit, and I will own it. Love to my Child, and lucre of the portion Provoked me; wherein though th'event hath failed In part, I will make use of the best side. This is my Daughter, and she hath had a Child This day, unto her shame, I now profess it.) By this mere false-stick Squire Needle, but Since this wise Knight, hath thought it good to change The foolish Father of it, by assuring Her to his dear friend, Mr. Bias; and him Again to her, by clapping of him on With his free promise of ten thousand pound, Afore so many witnesses. Whereof I Am one. And I another.
nodes 2703–2766 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 44 of 45 in this edition
Length
500 words · 676 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.789 (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)
But yours will not be taken, Worſhipfull Doctor; you are good ſecurity For a ſuit of clothes, to th' Taylor, that dares truſt you: But not for ſuch a ſumme, as is this Action. Varlet, You know my mind. You muſt to priſon, Sir, Vnleſſe you can find Baile the Creditor likes. I would faine find it, if you'd ſhew me where. It is a terrible Action; more indeed, Then many a man is worth. And is call'd Fright-Baile. Faith I will baile him, at mine owne apperill. Varlet, be gone: Ile once ha'the reputation, To be ſecurity for ſuch a ſumme. Beare up Sir Moath. He is not worth the Buckles About his Belt, and yet this Ironſide claſhes. Peace, leſt he heare you Doctor; wee'll make uſe of him. What doth your brother Compaſſe, Captaine Ironſide, Demand of us, by way of challenge, thus? Your Neices portion; in the right of his wife. I have aſſur'd one portion, to one Neice, And have no more t'account for, that I know of: What I may doe in charity—if my ſiſter, Will bid an Offring for her maid, and him, As a Benevolence to 'hem, after Supper, Ile ſpit into the Baſon, and intreat My friends to doe the like. Spit out thy gall, And heart, thou Viper: I will now no mercy, No pitty of thee, thy falſe Neice, and Needle; Bring forth your Child, or I appeale you of murder, You, and this Goſſip here, and Mother Chaire. The Gentleman's falne mad! No, Mrs. Midwife. I ſaw the Child, and you did give it me, And put it i' my armes, by this ill token, You wiſh'd me ſuch another; and it cry'd. The Law is plaine; if it were heard to cry, And you produce it not, hee may indict All that conceale 't, of Felony, and Murder. And I will take the boldneſſe, Sir, to doe it: Beginning with Sir Moath here, and his Doctor. Good faith this ſame is like to turne a buſines. And a ſhrewd buſines, marry: they all ſtart at't. I ha' the right thred now, and I will keepe it. You good'y Keepe, confeſſe the truth to my Lady, The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth. I ſcorne to be prevented of my glories. I plotted the deceit, and I will owne it. Love to my Child, and lucre of the portion Provok'd me; wherein though th'event hath fail'd In part, I will make uſe of the beſt ſide. This is my Daughter, and ſhe hath had a Child This day, unto her ſhame, I now profeſſe it.) By this meere falſe-ſtick Squire Needle, but Since this wiſe Knight, hath thought it good to change The fooliſh Father of it, by aſſuring Her to his deare friend, Mr. Bias; and him Againe to her, by clapping of him on With his free promiſe of ten thouſand pound, Afore ſo many witneſſes. Whereof I Am one. And I another.