Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.80 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Now God be blessed, see the crimson blood, That was precipitate, and falling down Into his arm, retires into his face, How fare you sir? how do you feel yourself? Oh wherefore have you waked me from my sleep? And broke the quiet slumber I was in, methought I sat in such a pleasant place, So full of all delight as never eye Beheld, nor heart of man could comprehend, If you had let me go I felt no pain, But being now revoked my grief renews. Give him some Rosa-solis mistress Blage, And that will like wise animate the sprites, And send alacrity unto the heart, That hath been struggling with the pangs of death. Here sir drink this, you need not fear it sir, It is no hurt, see I will be your taster, Then drink I pray you. Now fellows raise his body from the chair And gently let him walk a turn or two. Good sooth mistress Shore, I did not think till now You had been such a cunning skilled Physician. Oh mistress Blage, though I must needs confess, It would have been more welcome to my soul, If I had died and been removed at last, From the confused troubles of this world, Whereof I have sustained no mean weight, Than lingering here be made a packhorse still Of torments, in comparison of which Death is but as the pricking of a thorn, Yet I do thank you for your taken pains, And would to God I could requite your love. Sir I did you little good, what was done Ascribe the benefit and praise thereof Unto this Gentlewoman, kind mistress Shore, Who next to God preserved your feeble life. How? Mistress Shore, good friends let go your hold, My strength is now sufficient of itself. Oh is it she that still prolongs my wo? Was it ordained not only at the first, She should be my destruction, but now twice, When gracious destinies had brought about, To end this weary pilgrimage of mine, Must she and none but she prevent that good, And stop my entrance to eternal bliss? Oh lasting plague, oh endless corrosive, It now repents me double that I scaped, Since life's made death, and life's author hate. Sir take my counsel and sit down again, It is not good to be so bold of foot, Upon the sudden till you have more strength. Mistress I thank you, and I care not much If I be ruled by you. Oh God that she should pity me unknown, That knowing me by her was overthrown, Or ignorantly she should regard this smart, That heretofore spared not to stab my heart. By your leave mistress Blague, I am somewhat bold, Is there not a Gentleman within your house, Called M. Flood, came hither hurt last night? Is his name Flood, I knew it not till now, But here he is, and well recovered, Thanks to this Gentlewoman mistress Shore.
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Length
497 words · 618 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.802 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T3 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Now God be blessed, sée the crimson bloud, That was precipitate, and falling downe Into his arme, retires into his face, How fare you sir? how do you féele your selfe? Oh wherfore haue you wakt me from my sleepe? And broke the quiet slumber I was in, Me thought I sate in such a pleasant place, So full of all delight as neuer eie Beheld, nor heart of man could comprehend, If you had let me go I felt no paine, But being now reuok't my griefe renewes. Giue him some Rosa-solis mistris Blage, And that will like wise animate the sprites, And send alacritie vnto the heart, That hath bin strugling with the pangs of death. Here sir drinke this, you néed not feare it sir, It is no hurt, sée I will be your taster, Then drinke I pray you. Now fellowes raise hi body from the chair And gently let him walke a turne or two. Good sooth mistris Shoare, I did not thinke till now You had béene such a cunning skilde Phisitian. Oh mistris Blage, though I must néeds confesse, It would haue béene more welcome to my soule, If I had died and beene remoude at last, From the confused troubles of this world, Whereof I haue sustained no meane waight, Then lingring here be made a packhorse still Of torments, in comparison of which Death is but as the pricking of a thorne, Yet I do thanke you for your taken paines, And would to God I could requite your loue. Sir I did you little good, what was done Ascribe the benefit and praise thereof Unto this Gentlewoman, kind mistris Shoare, Who next to God preserude your féeble life. How? Mistris Shoare, good friends let go your hold, My strength is now sufficient of it selfe. Oh is it she that still prolongs my wo? Was it ordainde not onely at the first, She should be my destruction, but now twise, When gracious destinies had brought about, To ende this wearie pilgrimage of mine, Must she and none but she preuent that good, And stop my entrance to eternall blisse? Oh lasting plague, oh endlesse corrasiue, It now repents me double that I scap'te, Since lifes made death, and lifes author hate. Sir take my counsell and sit downe againe, It is not good to be so bold of foot, Vpon the sudden till you haue more strength. Mistris I thanke you, and I care not much If I be rulde by you. Oh God that she should pittie me vnknowne, That knowing me by her was ouerthrowne, Or ignorantly she should regard this smart, That heretofore sparde not to stab my heart. By your leaue mistris Blague, I am somewhat bold, Is there not a Gentleman within your house, Cald M. Floud, came hither hurt last night? Is his name Floud, I knew it not till now, But here he is, and well recouered, Thanks to this Gentlewoman mistris Shoare.