The Most Virtuous and Godly Susanna · chunk 5 of 29
Garter, Thomas · published 1578 · first performed or written 1569 [1563-1569] (Annals) moral T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.85 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Nay good Master Doctor let us have your help. ¶o shall you syr but I must fyrst prouyde, Such things as the cause of your griefs do desyde. And since you will not pack I must be gone, For my confections I always make alone, And none of you both to provide my trumpery, Have not the wit to offer me money, And I being shamefast the same cannot crave, Lo you will have help, and I nought shall have. Yes Master Doctor here is five pound. And here is as much see it falleth to the ground, Take it up Master Doctor, to provide your drugs, And to buy the same I would you would trudge. At your commandment sir, first I must stoop for my reward, And then run at a beck, no that were to hard. You know where to have me, get you hence for a space, And within a day or two return to this place, And then for your health here shall nothing be lacking, Tarry no longer, go hence and be packing. Alas Sir will it be two days first. Yea. I think sure we are both accursed. Yet will we follow your counsel, And in so doing, you do but well, God be with you. And with you to. God be with you with all my heart, And with you to, with all my fart. Ah sirrah, I think this hour well spended, The lining of my purse is very well amended. I might do little if I could not talk, Sing how liberally their hands do walk. Judge what I will do for this ten pound, Teach them a way themselves to confound. For these are the two that Susan shall prove, By all manner means to cool their hose love, And if they obtain what get they then, A Tabernacle forsooth with my Dad Sathan. and if they do not, but she it descry, The rigour of Law shall force them to die. Lo thus you do see I have gone the device, That Mistress Susan shall sore entice. Send them good luck Dad be thou their speed, And grant that with shame they may end for their meed, And thus because things do grow fast upon, Farewell my masters I will be gone. The weighty charge that God hath given, to such as do live here, And joined are the poor to guide, doth fret my heart with fear, The charge we have to help the just, and vice to punish to, O Lord thou knowest it is to great for mortal men to do. The Princes thought to live at ease, the poor man to take pain, But dangerous is the PRINCE's life, and dangerous once again, O God let it not seem to thee that I would change my fate, But if it be thy will good Lord, rid me from Rulers state. God save your goodness worthy sir, God still augment your days, God send you Nestor's time to reign, with help in all assays,
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Length
509 words · 633 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.851 (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)
¶Nay good Mayster Doctor let vs haue your helpe. ¶o shall you syr but I must fyrst prouyde, Such thinges as the cause of your groefes doe desyde. And synce you will not pack I must be gone, For my confections I alwayes make alone, And none of you both to prouyde my trumpery, Haue not the wit to offer me money, And I being shamefaste the same cannot craue, Loe you will haue helpe, and I nought shall haue. ¶Yes Mayster Doctor here is fyue pound. ¶And here is as much sée it falleth to the ground, Take it vp Mayster Doctor, to prouyde your drugs, And to buy the same I would you would trudge. ¶At your commaundement syr, fyrst I must stoope for my reward, And then runne at a beck, no that were to harde. You know where to haue me, get you hence for a space, And within a day or two retourne to this place, And then for your health here shall nothing be lacking, Tarry no longer, go hence and be packing. ¶Alas Syr will it be two dayes fyrst. ¶Yea. ¶I thinke sure we are both accurst. ¶Yet will we follow your counsayle, ¶And in so doing, you doe but well, ¶God be with you. ¶And with you to. ¶God be with you with all my hart, ¶And with you to, with all my fart. ¶Ah syrra, I thinke this hower well spended, The lyning of my purse is very well amended. I might doe little if I could not talke, Seing how liberally their handes do walke. Iudge what I will doe for this ten pounde, Teach them a way themselues to confounde. For these are the two that Susan shall proue, By all manner meanes to coole their hose loue, And if they obtayne what get they than, A Tabernacle forsooth with my Dad Sathan. and if they doe not, but she it discrye, The rygor of Law shall force them to dye. Lo thus you doe sée I haue gone the deuice, That Mistresse Susan shall sore intice. Sende them good lucke Dad be thou their spéede, And graunt that with shame they may ende for their méede, And thus because thinges doe grow fast vpon, Farewell my maysters I will be gone. ¶The waighty charge that God hath giuen, to such as doe liue here, And ioyned are the pore to guyde, doth fret my hart with feare, The charge we haue to helpe the iust, and vyce to punish to, O Lorde thou knowest it is to great for mortall men to do. The Princes thought to liue at ease, the pore man to take payne, But daungerous is the Princes lyfe, and daungerous once agayne, O God let it not séeme to thée that I would chaunge my fate, But if it be thy will good Lorde, rid me from Rulers state. ¶God saue your goodnesse worthy syr, God still augment your dayes, ¶God send you Nestors tyme to raigne, with helpe in all assayes,