Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.78 · 501 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Tut man one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessened with another's anguish: Turn backward, and be holp with backward turning, One desperate grief cures with another's languish. Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. Your Planton leaf is excellent for that. For what? For your broken shin. Why Romeo art thou mad? Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipped and tormented, and Godden good fellow. Godgigoden, I pray sir can you read, I mine own fortune in my misery. Perhaps you have learned it without book: but I pray can you read any thing you see? I if I know the letters and the language. Ye say honestly, rest you merry. Stay fellow I can read. SEigneur Martino and his wife and daughters, County Anselme and his beauteous sisters, the Lady widow of Vtrwio, Seigneur Placentio, and his lovely Nieces, Mercutio and his brother Valentine, mine uncle Capulet his wife and daughters, my fair Niece Rosaline and Livia, Seigneur Valentio and his cozen Tibalt, Lucio and the lively Helena. A fair assembly, whether should they come? Vp. Whether to supper? To our house. Whose house? My Masters. Indeed I should have asked thee that before. Now i'll tell you without ask. My Master is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Mountagues, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry. At this same ancient feast of Capulets, Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves: With all the admired beauties of Verona, Go thither and with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire, And these who often drowned could never die, Transparent Heretics be burnt for liars. One fairer than my love, the all seeing son Near saw her match, since first the world begun. Tut you saw her fair none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye: But in that Crystal scales let there be weighed, Your ladies love, against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now seems best. I'll go along no such fight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. Nurse where's my daughter call her forth to me. Now by my maiden head at twelve year old I bade her come, what Lamb, what Lady bird, God forbidden. where's this girl? what Iuliet. How now who calls? Your Mother. Madam I am here, what is your will? This is the matter. Nurse give leave a while, we must talk in secret. Nurse come back again I have remembered me, thou 'se hear our counsel. Thou know est my daughters of a pretty age.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 170–223 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 35 in this edition
Length
501 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.776 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Tut man one fire burnes out anothers burning, One paine is lessned with anothers anguish: Turne backward, and be holp with backward turning, One desperate griefe cures with anothers languish. Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the ranke poyson of the old will die. Your Planton leae is excellent for that. For what? For your broken shin. Why Romeo art thou mad? Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is. Shut vp in prison, kept without my foode, Whipt and tormented, and Godden good fellow. Godgigoden, I pray sir can you read, I mine owne fortune in my miserie. Perhaps you haue learned it without booke: but I pray can you read any thing you se? I if I know the letters and the language. Yee say honestly, rest you merrie. Stay fellow I can read. SEigneur Martino and his wife and daughters, Countie Anselme and his beauteous sisters, the Ladie widdow of Vtruuio, Seigneur Placentio, and his louelie Neeces, Mercutio and his brother Valentine, mine vncle Capulet his wife and daughters, my faire Neece Rosaline and Liuia, Seigneur Valentio and his Cosen Tibalt, Luci and the liuelie Hellena. A faire assembly, whether should they come? Vp. Whether to supper? To our house. Whose house? My Masters. Indeed I should haue askt thee that before. Now il'e tel you without asking. My Master is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Mountagues, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merrie. At this same auncient feast of Capulets, Sups the faire Rosaline whom thou so loues: With all the admired beauties of Verona, Goe thither and with vnattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I sall shew, And I will make thee thinke thy swan a crow. When the deuout religion of mine eye Maintaines such falshood, then turne teares to fire, And these who often drownde could neuer die, Transparent Heretiques be burnt for liers. One airer than my loue, the all seeing sonne Nere saw her match, since first the world begun. Tut you saw her faire none els being by, Her selfe poysd with her selfe in either eye: But in that Cristall scales let there by waide, Your Ladyes loue, against some other maide That I will shew you shining at this feast, And she shall scant shew well that now seemes best. Ile goe along no such fight to be showne, But to reioyce in splendor of mine owne. Nurce wher's my daughter call her forth to mee. Now by my maiden head at twelue yeare old I bad her come, what Lamb, what Ladie bird, God forbid. VVher's this girle? what Iuliet. How now who cals? Your Mother. Madame I am here, what is your will? This is the matter. Nurse giue leaue a while, we must talke in secret. Nurce come back again I haue remembred me, thou'se heare our counsaile. Thou know est my daughters of a prettie age.