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 0.82 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
So thou wilt bear her far from England sight, Enjoy thy wishes. Lock me in some cave, Where staring wonders eye shall not be guilty To my abhorred looks, and I will die To thee, as full of love as misery. I am amazed and mad, some speckled soul Lies pawned for this in Hell, without redemption, Some fiend deludes us all. O unjust Fates, Why do you hide from us this mystery? My Lord Montrosse, how long have your brows worn This fashion? these two feather-springs of horn? An Irish kern sold me Damasco apples, Some two hours since, and (like credulous fool) He swearing to me that they had this power, To make me strong in body, rich in mind, I did believe his words, tasted his fruit, And since have been attired in this disguise. I fear that villain hath beguiled me too. Nay before God he has not cozened you, You have it soundly. Me he made believe, One apple of Damasco would inspire By thoughts with wisdom, and upon my cheeks Would cast such beauty, that each lady's eye, Which looked on me, should love me presently. Desire to look more fair, makes me more soul, Those apples did entice my wandering eye, To be enamoured of deformity. This proves that true, which oft I have heard in schools, Those that would seem most wise do turn most fools. Here's your best hope, nene needs to hide his face, For horned foreheads swarm in every place. Now Chester, what Physicians hast thou found? Many, my liege, but none that have true skill To tame such wild diseases: yet here's one, A Doctor and a Frenchman, whom report Of Agrippina's grief hath drawn to court. Cure her, and England's treasury shall stand, As free for thee to use, as rain from heaven. Cure me and to thy Coffers I will send, More gold from Scotland than thy life can spend. Cure Longavile, and all his wealth is thine. He Monsieur Long-villain gra tank you: Gra tanck your mashestie a great teale artely by my trat: where be dis Madam Princeza dat be so much tormenta? O Ieshu: one, 2: an tree, 4 & 5, seez horn Ha, ha, ha, pardona moy prea wid all mine art, for by my trat, me can no point shose but laugh, Ha, ha, ha, to mark how like tree bul-beggera, day stand. Oh, by my trat and fat, di diuela be whoreson, scurvy, paltry, ill savour knave to mock de Madam, and gentill-home so: Ha, ha, ha, ha. This Doctor comes to mock your majesty. No by my trat la, but me lova musha musha merriment: Come Madam, prea-artely stand still, and letta me feel your dis horn, O 'tis pretty horn, dis be facile, easy for pull de vey but Madame dis O he grand, grand horn, difficile, and very deep, 'tis perilous, a grand Laroone. But Madam, pray be patient, we shall take it off vell.
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498 words · 703 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.823 (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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So thou wilt beare her far from England sight, Inioy thy wishes. Locke me in some caue, Where staring wonders eye shall not be guiltie To my abhorred lookes, and I will die To thée, as ful of loue as miserie. I am amazde and mad, some speckled soule Lies pawnd for this in Hell, without redemption, Some fiend deludes vs all. O vniust Fates, Why doe you hide from vs this misterie? My Lord Montrosse, how long haue your browes worne This fashion? these two feather-springs of horne? An Irish kerne sold me Damasco apples, Some two howres since, and (like credulous foole) Hee swearing to me that they had this power, To make me strong in body, rich in mind, I did beleeue his words, tasted his fruit, And since haue béene attirde in this disquize. I feare that villaine hath beguild me too. Nay before God he has not cozend you, You haue it soundly. Me he made beleeue, One apple of Damasco would inspire By thoughts with wisedome, and vpon my chéekes Would cast such beautie, that each Ladies eye, Which lookt on me, should loue me presently. Desire to looke more faire, makes me more sowle, Those apples did intice my wandring eye, To be enamord of deformitie. This prooues that true, which oft I haue heard in schooles, Those that would séeme most wise doe turne most fooles. Here's your best hope, nene néedes to hide his face, For horned foreheads swarme in euery place. Now Chester, what Physitions hast thou found? Many, my leige, but none that haue true skill To tame such wilde diseases: yet here's one, A Doctor and a Frenchman, whome report Of Agripynes griefe hath drawne to court. Cure her, and Englands treasorie shall stand, As frée for thée to vse, as rayne from heauen. Cure me and to thy Coffers I will send, More gold from Scotland then thy life can spend. Cure Longauile, and all his wealth is thine. He Monsieur Long-villaine gra tanck you: Gra tanck your mashestie a great teale artely by my trat: where be dis Madam Princeza dat be so mush tormenta? O I eshu: one, 2: an trée, 4 & 5, seez horne Ha, ha, ha, pardona moy prea wid al mine art, for by my trat, me can no point shose but laugh, Ha, ha, ha▪ to marke how like trée bul-beggera, dey stand. Oh, by my trat and fat, di diuela be whoreson, scurme, paltry, ill sauore knaue to mocke de Madam, and gentill-home so: Ha, ha, ha, ha. This Doctor comes to mocke your maiestie. No by my trat la, but me loua musha musha merymant: Come Madam, prea-artely stand still, and letta mee sele your dis horne, O tis prettie horne, dis be facile, easie for pull de vey but Madame dis O he grand, grand horne, difficill, and very deepe, tis pertious, a grand Laroone. But Madam, prea be patient, we shall take it off vell.