Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.78 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Now gentle Diccon do so, and good sir let us trudge. By the mass I may not tarry so long to be your judge. Dys but a little while man, what take so much pain, If I hear no news of it I will come sooner again. Carry so much good master Doctor of your gentleness. Then let us hie ue inward, and Diccon speed thy business. Now sirs do ye no more, but keep my counsel just, And Doctor Rat shall thus catch, some good I trust, But mother Chat my gossip, talk first with all I must: For she must be chief captain to lay the Rat in the dust, God deven dame Chat in faith, and well met in this place. God deven my friend Diccon, whether walk ye this pace? By my truth even to you, to learn how the world goeth, Hard ye no more of the other matter, say me now by your troth O yes diccon, here the old hoore, & hodge that great knave. But in faith I would thou hadst seen, o lord I dressed them brave She bore me two or three souses behind in the nape of the neck Till I made her old wesen, to answer again keck: And Hodge that dirty dastard, that at her elbow stands, I one paire of legs had not bene worth two paire of hands He had had his beard shaven, if my nails would have served And not without a cause for the knave it well deserved. By the most I can the thank wench, yu didst so well acquit thee And thadst seen him Diccon, it would have made thou beshit the For laughter. The horsen dolt at hast caught up a club, As though he would have slain the master devil Belsabub, But I set him soon in word. O Lord there is the thing That Hodge is so offended, that makes him start and ding Why? makes the knave any moiling, as ye have seen or hard Even now I saw him last, like a mad man he fared, And swore by heaven and hell, he would a wreak his sorrow And leave you never a hen on live. by viii. of the clock to morrow, Therefore mark what I say, and my words see that ye trust Your hens be as good as dead, if ye leave them on the rust. The knave dare as well go hang himself, as go upon my ground Well yet take heed I say, I must tell you my tale round, Have you not about your house, behind your furnace or lead: A hole where a crafty knave, may creep in for need? Yes by the mass, a hole broke down, even within these ii. days. Hodge, he intends this same night, to slip in there aways.
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Length
476 words · 600 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.781 (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)
¶ Now gentle Diccon do so, and good sir let vs trudge. ¶ By the masse may not tarry so long to be your iudge. ¶ Dys but a litle whie man, what take so much paine, If I here no newes of it I wil come sooner againe. ¶ Cary so much good master Doctor of your gentlenes. ¶ Then let vs hie e inward, and Diccon speede thy busines. ¶ Now sirs do ye no more, but kepe my counsaile iuste, And Doctor Rat shall thus catch, some good I trust, But mother Chat my gossop, talke first with all I must: For she must be chiefe captaine to lay the Rat in the dust, God deuen ame Chat in faith, and wel met in this place. ¶ God deuen my friend Diccon, whether walke ye this pace? ¶ By my truth euen to you, to learne how the world goeth, Hard ye no more of the other matter, say me now by your troth ¶ O yes diccon, here the olde hoore, & hodge that great knaue. But in faith I would thou hadst sene, o lord I drest them brane She bare me two or three souses behind in the nape of the necke Till I made hir olde wesen, to answere againe kecke: And Hodge that dirty dastard, that at hir elbow standes, I one paire of legs had not bene worth two paire of hands He had had his bearde shauen, if my nayles wold haue serued And not without a cause for the knaue it well deserued. ¶ By the moste I can the thank wench, so wl acquite the ¶ And him Dicon, it wold haue made y• beshite the For laughter. The ast caught vp a club, As though he would haue slaine the master deuil Belsabub, But I set him soone in worde. ¶ O Lorde there is the thing That Hodge is so offended, that makes him starte and dyng ¶ Why? makes the knaue any moyling, as ye haue sene or hard ¶ Euen now I sawe him last, like a mad man he arde, And sware by heauen and hell▪ he would a wreake his sorowe And leue you neuer a hen on lie▪ by viii. of the clock to morow, Therfore marke what I say, and my wordes see that ye trust Your hens be as good as dead, if ye leaue them on the ruste. ¶ The knaue dare as wel go hang himself, as go vpon my groūd ¶ Wel yet take hede I say, I must tel you my tale round, Haue you not about your house, behind your furnace or leade: A hole where a crafty knaue, may crepe in for neade? ¶ Yes by the masse, a hole broke down, euen wtin these ii. dayes. ¶ Hodge, he intendes this same night, to slip in there awayes.