Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.72 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
An ointment which a cunning alchemist Distilled from the purest Balsamum, And simplest extracts of all Minerals, In which the essential form of Marble stone, Tempered by science metaphysical, And Spells of magic from the mouths of spirits, With which if you but 'noint your tender Skin, Nor Pistol, Sword, nor Lance can pierce your flesh. Why Madam, think ye to mock me thus palpably? To prove it, I will 'noint my naked throat, Which when you stab, look on your weapon's point, And you shall see't rebated with the blow. Why gave you not your husband some of it, if you loved him, and it so precious? My purpose was (my Lord) to spend it so, But was prevented by his sudden end. And for a present easy proof hereof, That I dissemble not, try it on me, I will Olympia, and will keep it for The richest present of this Eastern world. Now stab my Lord, and mark your weapon's point That will be blunted if the blow be great. Here then Olympia. What, have I slain her? Villain, stab thyself: Cut off this arm that murdered my Love: In whom the learned rabbis of this age, Might find as many wondrous miracles, As in the Theoria of the world. Now Hell is fairer than Elysian, A greater Lamp than that bright eye of heaven, From whence the stars do borrow all their light Wanders about the black circumference, And now the damned souls are free from pain, For every Fury gazeth on her looks: Infernal Dis is courting of my Love, Inventing masks and stately shows for her, Opening the doors of his rich treasury, To entertain this Queen of chastity, Whose body shall be combed with all the pomp The treasure of my kingdom may afford. HOlla, ye pampered jades of Asia: What, can ye draw but twenty miles a day, And have so proud a chariot at your heels, And such a Coachman as great Tamburlaine? But from Asphaltis, where I conquered you, To Byron here where thus I honour you: The horse that guide the golden eye of heaven, And blow the morning from their nostrils, Making their fiery gate above the clouds, Are not so honoured in their Governor, As you (ye slaves) in mighty Tamburlaine. The headstrong jades of Thrace, Alcides tamed, That King Egeus fed with human flesh, And made so wanton that they knew their strengths, Were not subdued with valour more divine, Than you by this unconquered arm of mine. To make you fierce, and fit my appetite, You shall be fed with flesh as raw as blood, And drink in pails the strongest Muscadel: If you can live with it, then live, and draw My chariot swifter than the racking clouds: If not, then die like beasts, and fit for nought But perches for the black and fatal Ravens. Thus am I right the Scourge of highest Ioue, And see the figure of my dignity, By which I hold my name and majesty.
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505 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.718 (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
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An ointment which a cunning Alcumist Distilled from the purest Balsamum, And simplest extracts of all Minerals, In which the essentiall fourme of Marble stone, Tempered by science metaphisicall, And Spels of magicke from the mouthes of spirits, With which if you but noint your tender Skin, Nor Pistol, Sword, nor Lance can pierce your flesh. Why Madam, thinke ye to mocke me thus palpably? To prooue it, I wil noint my naked throat, Which when you stab, looke on your weapons point, And you shall se't rebated with the blow. Why gaue you not your husband some of it, if you loued him, and it so precious? My purpose was (my Lord) to spend it so, But was preuented by his sodaine end. And for a present easie proofe hereof, That I dissemble not, trie it on me, I wil Olympia, and will keep it for The richest present of this Easterne world. Now stab my Lord, and mark your weapons point That wil be blunted if the blow be great. Here then Olympia. What, haue I slaine her? Villaine, stab thy selfe: Cut off this arme that murthered my Loue: In whom the learned Rabies of this age, Might find as many woondrous myracles, As in the Theoria of the world. Now Hell is fairer than Elisian, A greater Lamp than that bright eie of heauen, From whence the starres doo borrow all their light Wanders about the black circumference, And now the damned soules are free from paine, For euery Fury gazeth on her lookes: Infernall Dis is courting of my Loue, Inuenting maskes and stately showes for her, Opening the doores of his rich treasorie, To entertaine this Queene of chastitie, Whose body shall be comb'd with all the pompe The treasure of my kingdome may affoord. HOlla, ye pampered Iades of Asia: What, can ye draw but twenty miles a day, And haue so proud a chariot at your heeles, And such a Coachman as great Tamburlaine? But from Asphaltis, where I conquer'd you, To Byron here where thus I honor you: The horse that guide the golden cie of heauen, And blow the morning from their nosterils, Making their fiery gate aboue the cloudes, Are not so honoured in their Gouernour, As you (ye slaues) in mighty Tamburlain. The headstrong Iades of Thrace, Alcides tam'd, That King Egeus fed with humaine flesh, And made so wanton that they knew their strengths, Were not subdew'd with valour more diuine, Than you by this vnconquered arme of mine. To make you fierce, and fit my appetite, You shal be fed with flesh as raw as blood, And drinke in pailes the strongest Muscadell: If you can liue with it, then liue, and draw My chariot swifter than the racking cloudes: If not, then dy like beasts, and fit for nought But perches for the black and fatall Rauens. Thus am I right the Scourge of highest Ioue, And see the figure of my dignitie, By which I hold my name and maiesty.