Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 19 of 30
Pasqualigo, Luigi / Munday, Anthony · published 1585 · first performed or written 1584 [1579-1584] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.87 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Who is there? Your charity good mistress, Enter and take it, God reward you good mistress, I will not forsake it. O Happy is I trust that doctor's soul by whom I learned, This famous Art, and easily by it my living earned. O that he knew how dear his life and learning was to me, O that he could but for his death my grief and sorrow see. Medusa, if I did not fear my honour and my name, Would soon be lost hereby, and turn my credit into shame. I would become thy Scholar, but I blush to speak of it, No Pamphila, for such a mistress thou art far unfit. What talk'st thou of thy name, and honour likely to be lost, By learning of mine Art? which should be honoured of the most. And more esteemed than Physic. Why? That's easy to be proved, For, as by Physic's learned skill, diseases be removed. So by my cunning, every smart that doth afflict the mind, Is put to chase, for every grief, a remedy I find. And have you any salve for love? I have. Whereof is it made? Of divers things, simple, and mixed, according to my trade. Then if for love, or money, you will grant me my request, Let me once by your cunning see, my mistress have some rest. Whom serve you then? Forsooth, I serve mistress Virginia. Yet farther, let me crave your name. My name is pamphila. What's her disease? Nothing but love. How fareth she with it? Sad, sick, and sore, with sorrow pined, and dispossessed of wit. Whom loveth she? Fedele. And how long hath she been so? I know not, yet I guess, that she sickened a year ago. What if I help her? tell me who shall please me for my pain? My self, because unknown to her, I seek her health to gain. A loving servant, go thy ways and leave it all to me. But hark thee. What? Let me have passage to her lodging free. That when she little thinks thereof, my Medicines I may make, By virtue of the which, her wounded heart may comfort take. The less she looks for remedy, the more is her delight, when 'tis obtained. Then let's be gone. Content, for it is night. And yonder comes Fedele with Fortunio hand in hand, To shun suspect, they shall not see us talking here to stand. Come Sir Fortunio, now is the time to put you out of doubt, Whether Victoria love you, or your dealings do but flout. Here let us shroud ourselves a while, that standing out of sight, We may perceive what lovers haunt Victoria's house by night. Agreed, this is the fittest time to pass the street, And give her music at her window, for a gallant meet. Whist, for her door begins to creak, It doth in deed. I see. A man methinks, O let me go.
nodes 929–989 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 30 in this edition
Length
493 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.866 (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)
¶Who is there? ¶Your charitie good mistresse, ¶Enter and take it, ¶God rewarde you good mistresse, I will not forsake it. O Happie is I trust that Doctors soule by whom I learnde, This famous Arte, and easely by it my liuing earnde. O that he knew how déere his life and learning was to me, O yt he could but for his death my griefe and sorrowe sée. ¶Medusa, if I did not feare my honour and my name, Would soone be lost hereby, and turne my credite into shame. I would become thy Scholler, but I blush to speake of it, ¶No Pamphila, for such a mistresse thou art farre vnfit. What talkst thou of thy name, and honour likely to be lost, By learning of myne Arte? which should be honord of the moste. And more estéemde then Phisike. ¶Why? ¶That's easy to be proued, For, as by Phisikes learned skill, diseases be remoued. So by my cunning, euery smarte that doth afflict the minde, Is put to chace, for euery griefe, a remedy I finde. ‡And haue you any salue for loue? ¶I haue. ‡Whereof is it made? ¶Of diuers things, simple, and mixte, according to my trade. ¶Then if for loue, or mony, you will graunt me my requeste, Let me once by your cunning sée, my mistresse haue some reste. ¶Whome serue you then? ¶Forsooth, I serue mistresse Virginia. ¶Yet farther, let me craue your name. ¶My name is pamphila. ¶What's her disease? ¶Nothing but loue. ¶How fareth she with it? ¶Sad, sicke, and sore, with sorrow pinde, and disposseste of wit. ¶Whome loueth she? ¶Fedele. ¶And how long hath she bin so? ¶I know not, yet I gesse, that she sickned a yéere agoe. ¶What if I helpe her? tell me who shall please me for my paine? ¶My selfe, because vnknowen to her, I séeke her health to gaine. ¶A louing seruant, goe thy wayes and leaue it all to me. But harke thée. ¶What? ¶Let me haue passage to her lodging frée. That when she little thinkes thereof, my Medcins I may make, By vertue of the which, her wounded heart may comfort take. The lesse she lookes for remedy, the more is her delight, when t'is obtaynde. ¶Then let's be gon. ¶Content, for it is night. And yonder comes Fedele with Fortunio hand in hande, To shunne suspect, they shal not sée vs talking here to stāde. ¶Come Sir Fortunio, now is the time to put you out of doubt, Whether Victoria loue you, or your dealings doe but floute. Here let vs shrowde our selues a while, that standing out of sight, We may perceiue what louers haunt Victoriaes house by night. ¶Agreede, this is the fittest time to passe the stréete, And giue her musike at her windowe, for a gallant méete. ¶Whiste, for her doore beginnes to creake, ¶It doeth in déede. ¶I sée. ¶A man me thinkes, O let me goe.