Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1520 [c.1520-1522] (Annals) not in BritDrama T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.74 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Then is his pain more than his wit To wake to heaven sins he may sit Sir as we were in this contention In came this daw with his invention Revelling us himself avaunting That all the souls to heaven ascending Are most bound to the apothecary Because he helpeth most men to die Before which death he sayeth in deed No soul in heaven can have his meed Why do potycaries kill men. By god men say so now and then. And I thought ye would not have mist To make men live as long as ye list. As long as we list, nay long as they can. So might we live without you than. Ye but yet it is necessary For to have a apothecary For when ye feel your conscience ready I can send you to heaven quickly Wherefore concerning our matter here Above these twain I am best clear And if he list to take me so I am content you and no more Shall be our judge as in this case Which of us three shall take the best place I neither will judge the best nor worst For be ye blessed or be ye cursed Ye know it is no whit my sleight To be a judge in matters of weight It behoveth no peddlers nor proctors To take on them judgement as doctors But if your minds be only set To work for soul health ye be well met For each of you somewhat doth show That souls toward heaven by you do grow Then if ye can so well agree To continue together all three And all you three obey on will Then all your minds ye may fulfil As if ye came all to one man Who should go pilgrimage more than he can In that ye palmer as debite May clearly dyscharde him pard And for all other sins once had contryssyon Your pardons giveth him full remission And then ye master apothecary May send him to heaven by and by. If he taste this box nigh about the prime By the mass he is in heaven or even long time My craft is such that I can right well Send my friends to heaven and myself to hell But sirs mark this man for he is wise How could devise such a device For if we three may be as one Then be we lords every one Between us all could not be myste To save the souls of whom we list But for good order at a word Twain of us must wait on the third And unto that I do agree For both you twain shall wait on me What chance is this that such an elf Commanded two knaves be, beside himself Nay nay my friend that will not be I am to good to wait on the. By our lady and I would be loath To wait on the better on you both
nodes 356–423 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 18 in this edition
Length
498 words · 555 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.736 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
Then is hys payne more then hys wit To wake to heuen ſyns he may ſyt Syr as we were in this contencion In came thys daw with hys inuencyon Reuelynge vs hym ſelfe auauntynge That all the ſoules to heuen aſſendynge Are moſt bounde to the potycary Bycauſe he helpeth moſt men to dye Before whiche deth he ſayeth in dede No ſoule in heuen can haue hys mede ¶Why do potycaries kyll men. ¶By god men ſay ſo now and then. ¶And I thought ye wolde nat haue myſt To make men lyue as longe as ye lyſte. ⚜As longe as we lyſte, nay longe as they can. ¶So myght we lyue without you than. ¶Ye but yet it is neceſſary For to haue a potycary For when ye fele your conſcyens redy I can ſende you to heuen quyckly Wherfore concernynge our mater here Aboue theſe twayne I am beſt clere And yf he lyſte to take me ſo I am content you and no mo Shall be our iudge as in thys caſe Whiche of vs thre ſhall take the beſt place ¶I neyther wyll iudge the beſte nor worſte For be ye bleſte or be ye curſte Ye know it is no whyt my ſleyght To be a iudge in maters of weyght It behoueth no pedlers nor proctours To take on them iudgemente as doctours But yf your myndes be onely ſet To worke for ſoule helthe ye be well met For eche of you ſomwhat doth ſhowe That ſoules towarde heuen by you do growe Then yf ye can ſo well agree To contynue togyther all thre And all you thre obey on wyll Then all your myndes ye may fulfyll As yf ye came all to one man Who ſhulde goo pylgrymage more then he can In that ye palmer as debite May clerely dyſcharde hym parde And for all other ſyns ones had contryſſyon Your pardons geueth hym full remyſſyon And then ye mayſter potycary May ſende hym to heuen by and by. ⚜Yf he taſte this boxe nye aboute the pryme By the maſſe he is in heuen or euen longe tyme My craft is ſuche that I can ryght well Sende my fryndes to heuen and my ſelfe to hell But ſyrs marke this man for he is wyſe How coulde deuyſe ſuche a deuyce For yf we thre may be as one Then be we lordes euerychone Betwene vs all coulde nat be myſte To ſaue the ſoules of whome we lyſte But for good order at a worde Twayne of vs muſt wayte on the thyrde And vnto that I do agree For bothe you twayne ſhall wayt on me What chaunce is this that ſuche an elfe Commaunded two knaues be, beſyde hym ſelfe ¶Nay nay my frde that wyll nat be I am to good to wayt on the. ⚜By our lady and I wolde be loth To wayt on the on you both