Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.65 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Some soul is damned in hell for this black deed. I have the purse safe, and anon your grace Shall hear this wondrous history at full. Tell me, tormenter, shall fair Agrippine, Without more difference be now christened mine? My choice must be my Father's fair consent. Then shall thy choice end in this Cyprus prince. Before the Sun shall six times more arise, His royal marriage will we solemnize. Proclaim this honoured match, come Agrippine, I am glad thouart here, more glad the purse is mine. Buy any Apples, féene Apples of Tamasco, féene Tamasio peepeins: peeps feene, buy Tamasco pippins. Damasco apples? good my Lord Montrosse, Call yonder fellows. Sirrah Costermonger. Who calls: peeps of Tamasco, féene peeps: I sat 'tis de sweetest apple in de world, 'tis better den de Pomewater, or apple Iohn. By my trat Madam, 'tis réet Tamasco pippins, look here else. I dare not say, as de Irishman my countryman say, taste de goodness of de fruit: No faith 'tis fairy téere mistress, by Saint Patrick's hand 'tis téere Tamasco apple. The fairest fruit that ever I beheld, Damasco apples, wherefore are they good? What is your price of half a score of these? Half a score, half a score? dat is doos many mester. ay, ay, ten, halfe a score, that's five and five. Féeue and feeve? By my trat and as Créeze save me la, I cannot tell, what be de price of feeve and feeve, but 'tis tree crown for one pippin, dat is the préez if you take 'em. I fat, 'tis no less for Tamasco. three crowns for one? what wondrous virtues have they? O, 'tis féene Tamasco apple, and shall make you a great teale wise, and make you no fool, and make seene memory. And make dis fash be more fair and amiable, and make dis eyes look always lovely, and make all de court & country burn in desire to kiss di none sweet countenance. Apples to make a Lady beautiful? Madam that's excellent. These Irishmen, Some say, are great dissemblers, and I fear, These two the badge of their own country wear. By my trat, and by Saint Patrick's hand, and as Créez save me la, 'tis no dissembler: de Irish man now and den cut di countryman's throat, but yet in faith he love di countryman, 'tis no dissembler: dis féene Tamasco apple can make di sweet countenance, but I can take no less but three crowns for one, I wear out my naked legs and my foots, and my toes, and run hidder and didder to Tamasco for dem. As Créez save me la, he speaks true: Peeps feene, I'll try what power lies in Damasco fruit. Here are ten crowns for three, So fare you well. Lord Longavile, buy some. I buy? not I: Hang them, they are toys, come Madam, let us go. Saint Patrick and Saint Peter, and all de holy Angels look upon dat fash and make it fair.
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501 words · 747 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.645 (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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Some soule is dam'd in hell for this black déede. I haue the purse safe, and anon your grace Shall heare this wondrous historie at full. Tel me, tormenter, shall faire Agripyne, Without more difference be now christend mine? My choice must be my Fathers faire consent. Then shall thy choyce end in this Cyprus prince. Before the Sunne shall sixe times more arise, His royall marriage will we solemnise. Proclaime this honord match, come Agripyne, I am glad th'art here, more glad the purse is mine. Buy any Apples, féene Apples of Tamasco, féene Tamasio peepeins: péeps feene, buy Tamasco péepins. Damasco apples? good my Lord Montrosse, Call yonder fellowes. Sirra Coster-monger. Who cals: péeps of Tamasco, féene péeps: I sat tis de swéetest apple in de world, tis better den de Pomewater, or apple Iohn. By my trat Madam, tis réet Tamasco péepins, looke here els. I dare not say, as de Irishman my countrieman say, tast de goodnesse of de fruit: No fayt tis farie téere mistris, by Saint Patrickes hand tis téere Tamasco apple. The fairest fruit that euer I beheld, Damasco apples, wherefore are they good? What is your price of halfe a score of these? Halfe a score, halfe a score? dat is doos many mester. I, I, ten, halfe a score, thats fiue and fiue. Féeue and feeue? By my trat and as Créeze saue me la, I cannot tell, wat be de price of feeue and feeue, but tis trée crowne for one Péepin, dat is the préez if you take em. I fat, tis no lesse for Tamasco. Thrée crownes for one? what wondrous vertues haue they? O, tis féene Tamasco apple, and shall make you a great teale wise, and make you no foole, and make feene memorie. And make dis fash be more faire and amiable, and make dis eyes looke alwaies louely, and make all de court & countrie burne in desire to kisse di none swéete countenance. Apples to make a Lady beautifull? Madam thats excellent. These Irishmen, Some say, are great dissemblers, and I feare, These two the badge of their owne countrie weare. By my trat, and by Saint Patrickes hand, and as Créez saue me la, tis no dissembler: de Irish man now and den cut di countrie-mans throate, but yet in fayt hee loue di countrie-man, tis no dissembler: dis féene Tamasco apple can make di swéete countenance, but I can take no lesse but thrée crownes for one, I weare out my naked legs and my footes, and my tods, and run hidder and didder to Tamasco for dem. As Créez saue me la, hee speakes true: Péeps feene, Ile trie what pawer lies in Damasco fruit. Here are ten crownes for thrée, So fare you well. Lord Longauyle, buy some. I buy? not I: Hang them, they are toyes, come Madam, let vs goe. Saint Patricke and Saint Peter, and all de holy Angels looke vpon dat fash and make it faire.