Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.84 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Marry sir he came to me and said he must arrest me, and he would use me kindly, and so forth. Oh Gods pity, was it so sir, he must arrest you: give me my long sword there: help me of; so, come on sir varlet, I must cut of your legs sirha; nay stand up i'll use you kindly; I must cut of your legs I say. Oh good sir I beseech you, nay good master doctor, Oh good sir. I must do it; there is no remedy; I must cut of your legs sirrah. I must cut of your ears, you rascal I must do it; I must cut of your nose, I must cut of your head. Oh for God sake good Master Doctor. Well rise how dost thou now? dost thou feel thy self well? hast thou no harm? No I thank God sir and your good worship. Why so I said I must cut of thy legs, and I must cut of thy arms, and I must cut of thy head: but I did not do it: so you said you must arrest this gentleman, but you did not arrest him you knave, you slave, you rogue, do you say you must arrest sirrah: away with him to the jail, i'll teach you a trick for your must. Good M. Doctor I beseech you be good to me. Marry a God: away with him I say. Nay 'sblood before I go to prison, i'll put on my old brazen face, and disclaim in my vocation: I'll discover that's flat, and I be committed, it shall be for the committing of more villainies than this, hung 〈...〉 I lose the least grain of my fame. Why? when knave? by Gods marry, i'll clap thee by the heels 〈◊〉. Hold, hold I pray you. What's the matter? stay there. faith sir afore I go to this house of bondage, I have a case to unfold to your worship: which (that it may appear more plain unto your worships view) I do thus first of all uncase, & appear in mine own proper nature, servant to this gentleman: and known by the name of Musco. Ha? Musco. Oh uncle, Musco has been with my cozen and I all this day. Did not I tell you there was some device. Nay good M. Doctor since I have laid myself thus open to your worship: now stand strong for me, till the progress of my tale be ended, and then if my wit do not deserve your countenance: 'Slight throw it on a dog, and let me go hang myself. Body of me a merry knave, give me a bowl of Sack, signor Lorenzo, I bespeak your patience in particular, marry your ears in generall, here knave, Doctor Clement drinks to thee. I pledge M. Doctor and 't were a sea to the bottom. Fill his bowl for that, fill his bowl: so, now speak freely.
nodes 1506–1530 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 47 of 52 in this edition
Length
496 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.840 (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)
Marry sir he came to me and sayd he must arrest me, he vvould vse me kindely, and so foorth. Oh Gods pittie, vvas it so sir, he must arrest you: gie me my long sworde there: helpe me of; so, come on sir varlet, I must cut of your legges siha; nay stand vp ile vse you kindly; I mu cut of your legges I say. Oh good sir I beseech you, nay good maister doctor, Oh▪ good sir. I must do it there is no remedie; I must cut of you legges sirha. I must cut of your eares, you rascall I must do it; I must cut of your nose, I must cut of your head. Oh for God sake good Maister Doctor. Well rise how doest thou now? doest thou feele thy slfe well? hast thou no harme? No I thanke God sir and your good worshippe. Why so I sayd I must cut of thy legges, and I must ut of thy armes, and I must cut of thy head: but I did not do it: so you sayd you must arrest this gentleman, but you did not arrest him you knaue, you slue, you rogue, do you say you must arrest sirha: away with him to the iayle, ile teach yo a rke for your must. Goo M. Doctor I beseech you be good to me. Marry a God: away with him I say. Nay sblood before I goe to prison, ile put on my olde brasen face, and disclaime in my vocation▪ Ile discouer thats flat, and I be committed, it shall be for the committing of more then this, hang I loos the least graine of my fam. Why? vvhen knaue? by Gods marry, ile clappe thee by the heels . Hold, hold I pray you. What the ? stay there. Fayth sir afore I goe to this house of bondage, I haue a case to vnfolde to your worshippe: which (that it may appeare more playne vnto your worshippes view) I do thus first of all vncase, & appeare in mine owne proper nature, seruant to this gentleman: and known by the name of Musco. Ha? Musco. Oh vncle, Musco has beene with my cosen and I all this day. Did not I tell you there was some deuise. Nay good M. Doctor since I hae layd my selfe thus open to your worship: now stand strong for me, till the progresse of my tale be ended, and then if my vvit do not deserue your countenance: Slight throw it on a dogge, and let me goe hang my selfe. Body of me a merry knaue, giue me a boule of Sack, signior Lorenzo, I bespeak your patience in perticuler, marry your eares ingenerall, here knaue, Doctor Clement drinkes to thee. pledge M. Doctor and 't were a sea to the bottome. Fill his boule for that, fil his boule: so, now speak freely.