Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

2 Henry the Fourth · chunk 6 of 51

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals)
history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.74 · 510 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.

He that was in question for the Robbery? He my Lord, but he hath since done good service at Shrewsbury: and (as I hear) is now going with some Charge, to the Lord Iohn of Lancaster. What to York? Call him back again. Sir Iohn Falstaff. Boy, tell him, I am deaf. You must speak louder, my Master is deaf. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good. Go pluck him by the Elbow, I must speak with him. Sir Iohn. What? a young knave and beg? Is there not wars? Is there not employment? Doth not the K. lack subjects? Do not the Rebels want Soldiers? Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse shame to beg, then to be on the worst side, were it worse than the name of Rebellion can tell how to make it. You mistake me Sir. Why sir? Did I say you were an honest man? Setting my Knighthood, and my Soldiership aside, I had lied in my throat, if I had said so. I pray you (Sir) then set your Knighthood and your Soldiership aside, and give me leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other than an honest man. I give thee leave to tell me so? I lay aside that which grows to me? If thou gettest any leave of me, hang me: if thou tak'st leave, thou were't better be hanged: you Hunt-counter, hence: Avaunt. Sir, my Lord would speak with you. Sir Iohn Falstaff, a word with you. My good Lord: give your Lordship good time of the day. I am glad to see your Lordship abroad: I heard say your Lordship was sick. I hope your Lordship goes abroad by advice. Your Lordship (though not clean past your youth) hath yet some smack of age in you: some relish of the saltness of Time, and I most humbly beseech your Lordship, to have a reverend care of your health. Sir Iohn, I sent you before your Expedition, to Shrewsburie. If it please your Lordship, I hear his Majesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales. I talk not of his Majesty: you would not come when I sent for you? And I hear moreover, his Highness is fall'n into this same whoreson Apoplexy. Well, heaven mend him. I pray let me speak with you. This Apoplexy is (as I take it) a kind of Lethargy, a sleeping of the blood, a whoreson Tingling. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. It hath it original from much grief; from study and perturbation of the brain. I have read the cause of his effects in Galen. It is a kind of deafness. I think you are fall'n into the disease: For you hear not what I say to you. Very well (my Lord) very well: rather an't please you) it is the disease of not Listening, the malady of not Marking, that I am troubled withal.
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Play2 Henry the Fourth
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1597 [c.1597-1598]
First performance (BritDrama)1597 [1596-1600]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 379 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.18
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 273–299 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 51 in this edition
Length510 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T3 — Sickness, physic and doctors cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.738 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
He that was in queſtion for the Robbery? He my Lord, but he hath ſince done good ſeruice at Shrewsbury: and (as I heare) is now going with ſome Charge, to the Lord Iohn of Lancaſter. What to Yorke? Call him backe againe. Sir Iohn Falſtaffe. Boy, tell him, I am deafe. You muſt ſpeake lowder, my Maſter is deafe. I am ſure he is, to the hearing of any thing good. Go plucke him by the Elbow, I muſt ſpeake with him. Sir Iohn. What? a yong knaue and beg? Is there not wars? Is there not imployment? Doth not the K. lack ſubiects? Do not the Rebels want Soldiers? Though it be a ſhame to be on any ſide but one, it is worſe ſhame to begge, then to be on the worſt ſide, were it worſe then the name of Rebellion can tell how to make it. You miſtake me Sir. Why ſir? Did I ſay you were an honeſt man? Setting my Knight-hood, and my Souldierſhip aſide, I had lyed in my throat, if I had ſaid ſo. I pray you (Sir) then ſet your Knighthood and your Souldier-ſhip aſide, and giue mee leaue to tell you, you lye in your throat, if you ſay I am any other then an honeſt man. I giue thee leaue to tell me ſo? I lay a-ſide that which growes to me? If thou get'ſt any leaue of me, hang me: if thou tak'ſt leaue, thou wer't better be hang'd: you Hunt-counter, hence: Auant. Sir, my Lord would ſpeake with you. Sir Iohn Falſtaffe, a word with you. My good Lord: giue your Lordſhip good time of the day. I am glad to ſee your Lordſhip abroad: I heard ſay your Lordſhip was ſicke. I hope your Lordſhip goes abroad by aduiſe. Your Lordſhip (though not clean paſt your youth) hath yet ſome ſmack of age in you: ſome relliſh of the ſaltneſſe of Time, and I moſt humbly beſeech your Lordſhip, to haue a reuerend care of your health. Sir Iohn, I ſent you before your Expedition, to Shrewsburie. If it pleaſe your Lordſhip, I heare his Maieſtie is return'd with ſome diſcomfort from Wales. I talke not of his Maieſty: you would not come when I ſent for you? And I heare moreouer, his Highneſſe is falne into this ſame whorſon Apoplexie. Well, heauen mend him. I pray let me ſpeak with you. This Apoplexie is (as I take it) a kind of Lethargie, a ſleeping of the blood, a horſon Tingling. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. It hath it originall from much greefe; from ſtudy and perturbation of the braine. I haue read the cauſe of his effects in Galen. It is a kinde of deafeneſſe. I thinke you are falne into the diſeaſe: For you heare not what I ſay to you. Very well (my Lord) very well: rather an't pleaſe you) it is the diſeaſe of not Liſtning, the malady of not Marking, that I am troubled withall.