Lyly, John · published 1584 · first performed or written c.1583 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.78 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
You madam. I am loath to take any medicines: yet must I rather than pine in these maladies. Phao, you may make me sleep, if you will? If I can, I must, if you will? What herbs have you brought Phao? Such as will make you sleep madam, though they cannot make me slumber. Why, how can you cure me, when you cannot remedy yourself? Yes madam, the causes are contrary. For it is only a dryness in your brains, that keepeth you from rest, But, But what? Nothing, but mine is not so. Nay, than I despair of help, if our disease be not all one. I would our diseases were all one. It goes hard with the patient, when the Physician is desperate. Yet Medea made the everwaking Dragon to snort, when she poor soul could not wink. Medea was in love, & nothing could cause her rest but Iason. Indeed I know no herb to make lovers sleep but Hearts ease, which because it groweth so high, I cannot reach: for, For whom? For such as love. It groweth very low, and I can never stoop to it that, That what? That I may gather it: but why do you sight so Phao It is mine use madam. It will do you harm, and me too: for I never hear one sigh, but I must sight also. It were best then that your Ladyship give me leave to be gone: for I can but sigh. Nay stay: for now I begin to sigh, I shall not leave, though you be gone. But what do you think best for your sighing to take it away. Yew madam. Me? No madam, yew of the tree. Then will I love you the better. And indeed I think it would make me sleep too, therefore all other simples set aside, I will simply use only you. Do madame: for I think nothing in the world so good as you. Farewell for this time. Is not your name Phao? Phao, fair Venus, whom you made so fair. So passing fair, O fair Phao, O sweet Phao: what wilt thou do for Venus? Anything that cometh in the compass of my poor fortune. Cupid shall teach thee to shoot, & I will instruct thee to dissemble. I will learn any thing but dissembling. Why my boy. Because then I must learn to be a woman, Thou heardest that of a man. Men speak truth. But truth is a she, and so always painted. I think a painted truth. Well, farewell for this time; for I must visit Sapho. Sapho, I have heard thy complaints, and pitied thine agonies. O Venus, my cares are only known to thee, and by thee only came the cause. Cupid, why didst thou wound me so deep? My mother bade me draw mine arrow to the head. Venus, why didst thou prove so hateful? Cupid took a wrong shaft.
nodes 373–420 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 27 in this edition
Length
491 words · 642 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.780 (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)
You Madame. I am loath to take any medicins: yet must I rather thē pine in these maladies. Phao, you may make me sleepe, if you will? If I can, I must, if you will? What hearbes haue you brought Phao? Such as will make you sleepe Madame, though they cannot make me slumber. Why, how can you cure me, when you cannot remedy your selfe? Yes Madame, the causes are contrary. For it is onely a drinesse in your braines, that keepeth you from rest, But, But what? Nothing, but mine is not so. Nay, then I despaire of helpe, if our disease bee not all one. I would our diseases were all one. It goes hard with the pacient, whē the Phisition is desperate. Yet Medea made the euerwaking Dragon to snorte, when shee poore soule could not winke. Medaea was in loue, & nothing could cause her rest but Iason. Indeede I know no hearb to make louers sleepe but Heartes ease, which beecause it groweth so high, I cannot reach: for, For whom? For such as loue. It groweth very low, and I can neuer stoope to it that, That what? That I may gather it: but why doe you sight so Phao It is mine vse Madame. It will doe you harme, and mee too: for I neuer heare one sighe, but I must sight also. It were best then that your Ladyship giue mee leaue to be gone: for I can but sigh. Nay stay: for now I beginne to sighe, I shall not leaue, though you be gone. But what do you thinke best for your sighing to take it away. Yew Madame. Mee? No Madame, yewe of the tree. Then will I loue yewe the better. And indeede I think it would make mee sleepe too, therfore all other simples set aside, I will simply vse onely yewe. Doe madame:for I think nothing in the world so good as yewe. Farewell for this time. Is not your name Phao? Phao, faire Venus, whom you made so faire. So passing faire, O faire Phao, O sweete Phao: what wilt thou doe for Venus? Anything that commeth in the compasse of my poore fortune. Cupid shal teach thee to shoote, & I will instruct thee to dissemble. I will learne any thing but dissembling. Why my boy. Because then I must learne to be a woman, Thou heardest that of a man. Men speake trueth. But trueth is a she, and so alwaies painted. I thinke a painted trueth. Well, farewell for this time; for I must visit Sapho. Sapho, I haue heard thy complaintes, and pittied thine agonies. O Venus, my cares are onely knowne to thee, and by thee only came the cause. Cupid, why didst thou wound me so deepe? My mother bad me draw mine arrow to ye head. Venus, why didst thou proue so hatefull? Cupid tooke a wrong shafte.