Stevenson, William · published 1575 · first performed or written 1553 [c.1552-1563] (Annals) comedy · at University T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.80 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
By my troth and well worthy, beside to kiss the stocks To come in on the back side, when ye might go about, I know none such, unless they long to have their brains knocked out Well, will you be so good sir, as talk with dame Chat; And know what she intended: I ask no more but that. Let her be called fellow because of master doctor, I warrant in this case, she will be her own Proctor, She will tell her own tale in metre or in prose, And bid you seek your remedy, and so to wipe your nose. SAme Chat, master doctor upon you here complained That you & your maids should him much misorder. And taketh many an oath, that no word he feigned, Laying to your charge, how you thought him to murder: And on his part again, that same man saith further He never offended you in word nor intent, To hear you answer hereto, we have now for you sent. That I would have murdered him, fie on him wretch, And evil mought be thee for it, our Lord I beseech. I will swear on all the books that opens and shuts He feigneth this tale out of his own guts, For this seven weeks with me, I am sure he sat not down, Nay ye have other minions, in the other end of the town, Where ye were liker to catch such a blow, anywhere else, as far as I know. Be like then master Doctor, you stripe there ye got not? Think you I am so mad, that where I was bet, I would not? Will ye believe this quean, before she hath tried it? It is not the first deed she hath done and afterward divide it. ¶ at ma, will you say I broke your head? How canst thou prove the contrary? Nay how provest thou that I did the dead. To plainly, by S. Mary. This proof I trow may serve, though I no word spoke. Showing his broken head. Because thy head is broken, was it I that it broke? I saw thee Rat I tell thee, not once within this fortnight, No marry, thou sawest me not, for why thou hadst no light, But I felt thee for all the dark, be shrew thy smooth cheeks, And thou groped me this will declare, any day this six weeks Showing his head. Answer me to this M. Rat, when caught you this harm of yours? A while ago sir, god he knoweth, within les than these ii. hours. Dame Chat was there none with you: (confess i'faith) about that season. What woman, let it be what it will, 'tis neither felony nor treason Yes by my faith master bailie, there was a knave not far Who caught one good fillip on the brow, with a door bar And well was he worthy, as it seemed to me, But what is that to this man, since this was not he. Who was it then? let's here.
nodes 999–1048 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 29 in this edition
Length
509 words · 633 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.796 (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)
¶ By my troth and well worthy, besides to kisse the stockes To come in on the backe side, when ye might go about, I know non such, vnles they long to aue their braines knockt out ¶ Well, wil you be so good sir, as talke with dame Chat▪ And know what she intended: I aske no more but that▪ ¶ Let her be called fellow because of master doctor, I warrant in this case, she wil be hir owne Proctor, She will tel hir owne tale in metter or in prose, And byd you seeke your remedy, and so o wype your nose. SAme Chat, master doctor vpon you here complained That you your maides shuld him much misorder. And taketh many an oh, that no word he fained, Laying to your charge, how you thought him to murder: And on his part againe, that same man saith furder He neuer offended you in word nor intent, To heare you answer hereto, we haue now for you sent. ¶That I wold haue murdered him, fye on him wretch, And euil mought be thee for it▪ our Lord I besēch. I will swere on al the bookes that opens and shuttes faieth this tale out of his owne guttes, For this seuen weekes with me, I am sure he sat not downe, Nay ye haue other minions, in the other end of the towne, Where ye were like to cach such a blow, hen any where els, as farre as I know. ¶ like then master Doctor, you stripe there ye got not? ¶ Thinke you I am so mad, that where I was bet, I wod not▪ Wil ye beleue this queane, before she hath tryd it? It the first dede she hath done and afterward deuide it. ¶ at ma, will you say I broke your head? ¶ canst thou proue the contrary? ¶ Nay how prouest thou that I did the ▪ ¶ To plainly, by S. Mary. This profe I trow may serue, though I no Showing his broken head. ¶ Bicause thy head is broken, was it I that it broke? I saw thee Rat I tel thee, not once within this fortnight, ¶ No mary, thou sawest me not, for why thou hadst no light, But I felt thee for al the darke, be shrew thy smothe cheekes, And thou groped me this wil declare, any day this six weekes Showing his heade. ¶ Answere me to this M. Rat, when caught you this harme of yours? ¶A while a go sir, god he knoweth, wtin les thē these ii. houres. ¶Dame Chat was there none with you: (confesse I faith) about that season. What woman, let it be what it wil, tis neither felony nor treason ¶ Yes by my faith master Bayly, there was a knaue not farre Who caught one good Philup on the brow, with a dore barre And well was he worthy, as it semed to mee, But what is that to this man, since this was not hee. ¶ Who was it then? lets here.