Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Friar Bacon and Friar Bongay · chunk 14 of 33

Greene, Robert · published 1630 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals)
comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men
T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.75 · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.

Bacon, if he will hold the German play, We'll teach him what an English Friar can do: The Devil I think dare not dispute with him. Indeed mas. Doctor, he pleasured you, In that he brought your hostess with her spit, From Henley, posting unto Brazen-nose. A vengeance on the Friar for his pains, But leaving that, let's to Bacon straight, To see if he will take this task in hand. Stay! what rumour is this? The town is up in a mutiny, what hurly-burly is this? Nay masters, if you were ne'er so good, you shall before the Doctors to answer your misdemeanour. What's the matter, fellow? marry sir, here's a company of Rufflers, that drinking in the Tavern, have made a great brawl, and almost killed the Vintner. Salve, Doctor Burden, this lubberly Lurden, Ill shaped and ill faced, disdained and disgraced, What he tells unto vobis, mentitur de nobis. Who is the master and chief of this crew? Ecce asinum mundi, figura rotundi, Neat, sheet and fine, as brisk as a cup of wine. What are you? I am, father Doctor, as a man would say, the bell-wether of this company, these are my Lords, and I the Prince of Wales. Are you Edward the king's son? Sirrah Miles, bring hither the Tapster that drew the wine, & I warrant when they see how soundly I have broke his head, they'll say 'twas done by no less man than a Prince. I cannot believe that this is the Prince of Wales. And why so, sir? For they say the Prince is a brave & a wise Gentleman. Why, and thinkest thou, Doctor, that he is not so? Dar'st thou detract and derogate from him, Being so lovely and so brave a Youth? Whose face shining with many a sugared smile, bewrays that he is bred of princely race. And yet, master Doctor, to speak like a Proctor, And tell unto you, what is veriment and true, To cease off this quarrel; look but on his apparel, Then mark but my talis, he is great Prince of Walis, The chief of our gregis, and filius Regis, Then ware what is done, for he is Henry's white son. Doctors, whose doting nightcaps are not capable of my ingenious dignity, know that I am Edward Plantagenet, whom if you displease, will make a ship that shall hold all your Colleges, and so carry away the University with a fair wind, to the Bankside in Southwark, how sayst thou Ned Warren, shall I not do it? Yes my good Lord, and if it please your Lordship, I will gather up all your old pantofles, and with the cork, make you a pinnace of five hundred ton, that shall serve the turn marvelous well, my Lord. And I my Lord will have Pioneers to undermine the Town, that the very Gardens and Orchards be carried away for your Summer walks.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayFriar Bacon and Friar Bongay
AuthorGreene, Robert
Publication year (edition)1630
First performance / composition (Annals)1589 [1586-1590]
First performance (BritDrama)1589 [1588-1592]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Elizabeth's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 233 · TCP A02128 · DEEP 186
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 723–762 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 33 in this edition
Length488 words · 676 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T3 — Sickness, physic and doctors cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.746 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seedsseed 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)
Bacon, if he will hold the German play, We'le teach him what an Engliſh Frier can doe: The Deuill I thinke dare not diſpute with him. Indeed mas Doctor, he pleaſured you, In that he brought your hoſteſſe with her ſpit, From Henly, poſting vnto Brazen-noſe. A vengeance on the Frier for his paines, But leauing that, let's to Bacon ſtraight, To ſee if he will take this taske in hand. Stay! what rumour is this? The towne is vp in a mutiny, what hurly burly is this? Nay maſters, if you were ne'r ſo good, you ſhall before the Doctors to anſwer your miſdemeanour. Whats the matter, fellow? Mary ſir, here's a company of Rufflers, that drinking in the Tauerne, haue made a great brawle, and almoſt kild the Vintner. Salue, Doctor Burden, this lubberly Lurden, Ill ſhapt and ill faced, diſdain'd and diſgraced, What he tels vnto vobis, mentitur de nobis. Who is the maſter and chiefe of this crue? Ecce aſinum mundi, figura retundi, Neat, ſheat and ſine, as briske as a cup of wine. What are you? I am, father Doctor, as a man would ſay, the Belweather of this company, theſe are my Lords, and I the Prince of Wales. Are you Edward the Kings ſonne? Sirra Miles, bring hither the Tapſter that drew the wine, & I warrant when they ſee how ſoundly I haue broke his head, thei'le ſay 'twas done by no leſſe man then a Prince. I cannot beleeue that this is the Prince of Wales. And why ſo, ſir? For they ſay the Prince is a braue & a wiſe Gentleman. Why, and thinkeſt thou, Doctor, that he is not ſo? Dar'ſt thou detract and derogate from him, Being ſo louely and ſo braue a Youth? Whoſe face ſhining with many a ſugred ſmile, Bewrayes that he is bred of princely race. And yet, maſter Doctor, to ſpeake like a Proctor, And tell vnto you, what is veriment and true, To ceaſe off this quarrell; looke but on his apparell, Then marke but my talis, he is great Prince of Walis, The cheefe of our gregis, and filius Regis, Then ware what is done, for he is Henries white ſonne. Doctors, whoſe doting night-caps are not capable of my ingenious dignity, know that I am Edward Plantagenet, whom if you diſpleaſe, will make a ſhip that ſhall hold all your Colleges, and ſo carry away the Niniuerſity with a faire wind, to the Bankeſide in Southwarke, how ſaiſt thou Ned Warraine, ſhall I not doe it? Yes my good Lord, and if it pleaſe your Lordſhip, I will gather vp all your old pantophles, and with the corke, make you a Pinnis of fiue hundred tunne, that ſhall ſerue the turne maruellous well, my Lord. And I my Lord will haue Pioners to vndermine the Towne, that the very Gardens and Orchards be carryed away for your Summer walkes.