Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.80 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Not I by this fair heaven, as I have a soul to be saved, by Phoebus. Oh rare! your cousin's discourse is simply suited, all in oaths. ay, he lacks nothing but a little light stuff, to draw them out withal, and he were rarely fitted to the time. Ha, how many are there, sayest thou? Marry sir, your brother, signor Prospero. Tut, beside him: what strangers are there man? Strangers? let me see, one, two; mass I know not well there's so many. How? so many? ay, there's some five or six of them at the most. A swarm, a swarm, Spite of the Devil, how they sting my heart! How long hast thou been coming hither Cob? But a little while sir. Didst thou come running? No sir. Tut, than I am familiar with thy haste. Bane to my fortunes: what meant I to marry? I that before was ranked in such content, My mind attired in smooth silken peace, Being free master of mine own free thoughts, And now become a slave? what, never sigh, Be of good cheer man: for thou art a cuckold, 'Tis done, 'tis done: nay when such flowing store, Plenty itself falls in my wives lap, The Cornu-copia will be mine I know. But Cob, What entertainment had they? I am sure My sister and my wife would bid them welcome, ha? Like enough: yet I heard not a word of welcome. No, their lips were sealed with kisses, and the voice Drowned in a flood of joy at their arrival, Had lost her motion, state and faculty. Cob, which of them was't that first kissed my wife? (My sister I should say) my wife, alas, I fear not her: ha? who was it sayst thou? By my troth sir, will you have the truth of it? Oh I good Cob: I pray thee. God's my judge, I saw no body to be kissed, unless they would have kissed the post, in the middle of the warehouse; for there I left them all, at their Tobacco with a pox. How? were they not gone in then ere thou cam'st? Oh no sir. Spite of the Devil, what do I stay here then? Cob, follow me. Nay, soft and fair, I have eggs on the spit; I cannot go yet sir: now am I for some divers reasons hammering, hammering revenge: oh for three or four gallons of vinegar, to sharpen my wits: Revenge, vinegar revenge, russet revenge; nay, and he had not line in my house, 'twould never have grieved me; but being my guest, one that i'll be sworn, my wife has lent him her smock off her back, while his own shirt ha' been at washing: pawned her neckerchiefs for clean bands for him: sold almost all my platters to buy him Tobacco; and yet to see an ingratitude wretch: strike his host; well I hope to raise up an host of furies for't: here comes M. Doctor.
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Length
498 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.799 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Not I by this faire heauen, as I haue a soule to be saued, by Phoebus. Oh rare! your cousins discourse is simply suted, all in oathes. I, he lacks nothing but a little light stuffe, to draw them out withall, and he were rarely fitted to the time. Ha, how many are there, sayest thou? Marry sir, your brother, Signior Prospr. Tut, beside him: what strangers are there man? Strangers? let me see, one, two; masse I know not well there's so many. How? so many? I, there's some fiue or sixe of them at the most. A swarme, a swarme, Spight of the Deuill, how they sting my heart! How long hast thou beene comming hither Cob? But a little while sir. Didst thou come running? No sir. Tut, then I am familiar with thy haste. Ban to my fortunes: what meant I to marrie? I that before was rankt in such content, My mind attir'd in smoothe silken peace, Being free master of mine owne free thoughts, And now become a slaue? what, neuer sigh, Be of good cheare mn: for thou art a cuckold, 'Tis done, 'tis done: nay when such flowing store, Plentie it selfe fals in my wiues lappe, The Coru-copi will be mine I know. But Cob, What entertainment had they? I am sure My sister and my wife would bid them welcome, ha? Like ynough: yet I heard not a word of welcome. No, their lips were seal'd with kisses, and the voice Drown'd in a flood of ioy at their arriuall, Had lost her motion, state and facultie. Cob, which of them was't that first kist my wife? (My sister I should say) my wife, alas, I feare not her: ha? who was it sayst thou? By my troth sir, will you haue the truth of it? Oh I good Cob: I pray thee. God's my iudge, I saw no body to be kist, vnlesse they would haue kist the post, in the middle of the warehouse; for there I left them all, at their Tabacco with a poxe. How? were they not gone in then e're thou cam'st? Oh no sir. Spite of the Deuill, what do I stay here then? Cob, follow me. Nay, soft and faire, I haue egges on the spit; I cannot go yet sir: now am I for some diuers reasons hammering, hammering reuenge: oh for three or foure gallons of vineger, to sharpen my wits: Reuenge, vineger reuenge, russet reuenge; nay, and hee had not lyne in my house, t'would neuer haue greeu'd me; but being my guest, one that ile bee sworne, my wife ha's lent him her smocke off her backe, while his owne shirt ha beene at washing: pawnd her neckerchers for cleane bands for him: sold almost all my platters to buy him Tabacco; and yet to see an ingratitude wretch: strike his host; well I hope to raise vp an host of furies for't: here comes M. Doctor.