Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.74 · 520 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Of a Houndsditch man, sir. One of the devil's near kinsmen, a broker. That cannot be, if the proverb hold; for, a crafty knave needs no broker. True sir, but I did need a broker, Ergo. (Well put off) no crafty knave, you'll say, Tut, he has more of these shifts. And yet where I have one, the broker has ten, sir, FRANCIS, MARTIN, ne'er a one to be found, now? what a spite's this? How now, THOMAS? is my brother KITELY, within? No sir, my master went forth e'en now: but master DOWNRIGHT is within. COB, what COB? is he gone too? Whither went your master? THOMAS, canst thou tell? I know not, to justice CLEMENTS, I think, sir. COB. justice CLEMENT, what's he? Why, dost thou not know him? he is a city-magistrate, a justice here, an excellent good Lawyer, and a great scholar: but the only mad, merry, old fellow in Europe! I showed him you, the other day. Oh, is that he? I remember him now. Good faith, and he has a very strange presence, methinks; it shows as if he stood out of the rank, from other men: I have heard many of his jests i' university. They say, he will commit a man, for taking the wall, of his horse. ay, or wearing his cloak of one shoulder, or serving of god: any thing indeed, if it come in the way of his humour. GASPER, MARTIN, COB: 'heart, where should they be, trow? Master KITELY'S man, 'pray thee vouchsafe us the lighting of this match. Fire on your match, no time but now to vouchsafe? FRANCIS. COB. Body of me! here's the remainder of seven pound, since yesterday was seven-night. 'Tis your right Trinidado! did you never take any, master STEPHEN? No truly, sir? but I'll learn to take it now, since you commend it, so. Sir, believe me (upon my relation) for what I tell you, the world shall not reprove. I have been in the Indies (where this herb grows) where neither myself, nor a dozen gentlemen more (of my knowledge) have received the taste of any other nutriment, in the world, for the space of one and twenty weeks, but the fume of this simple only. Therefore, it cannot be, but 'tis most divine! Further, take it in the nature, in the true kind so, it makes an antidote, that (had you taken the most deadly poisonous plant in all Italy, it should expel it, and clarify you, with as much ease, as I speak. And, for your green wound, your Balsamum, and your St. JOHN'S wort are all mere gulleries, and trash to it, especially your Trinidado: your Nicotian is good too. I could say what I know of the virtue of it, for the expulsion of rheums, raw humours, crudities, obstructions, with a thousand of this kind, but I profess myself no quacksalver. Only, thus much, by HERCULES, I do hold it, and will affirm it (before any Prince in Europe) to be the most sovereign, and precious weed, that ever the earth tendered to the use of man.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 985–1005 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 53 in this edition
Length
520 words · 766 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.737 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Of a Hounds-ditch man, sir. One of the deuil's neere kinsmen, a broker. That cannot be, if the prouerbe hold; for, a craftie knaue needs no broker. True sir, but I did need a broker, Ergo. (Well put off) no craftie knaue, you'll say, Tut, he ha's more of these shifts. And yet where I haue one, the broker ha's ten, sir, FRANCIS, MARTIN, ne're a one to be found, now? what a spite's this? How now, THOMAS? is my brother KITELY, within? No sir, my master went forth eene now: but master DOWNERIGHT is within. COB, what COB? is he gone too? VVhither went your master? THOMAS, canst thou tell? I know not, to Iustice CLEMENTS, I thinke, sir. COB. Iustice CLEMENT, what's he? Why, doest thou not know him? he is a citie-magistrate, a Iustice here, an excellent good Lawyer, and a great scholler: but the onely mad, merrie, old fellow in Europe! I shew'd him you, the other day. Oh, is that he? I remember him now. Good faith, and he ha's a very strange presence, mee thinkes; it shewes as if hee stood out of the ranke, from other men: I haue heard many of his iests i' vniuersitie. They say, he will commit a man, for taking the wall, of his horse. I, or wearing his cloke of one shoulder, or seruing of god: any thing indeed, if it come in the way of his humour. GASPER, MARTIN, COB: 'heart, where should they be, trow? Master KITELY'S man, 'pray thee vouchsafe vs the lighting of this match. Fire on your match, no time but now to vouchsafe? FRANCIS. COB. Bodie of me! here's the remainder of seuen pound, since yesterday was seuen-night. 'Tis your right Trinidado! did you neuer take any, master STEPHEN? No truely, sir? but I'le learne to take it now, since you commend it, so. Sir, beleeue mee (vpon my relation) for what I tell you, the world shal not reproue. I haue been in the Indies (where this herb growes) where neither my selfe, nor a dozen gentlemen more (of my knowledge) haue receiued the tast of any other nutriment, in the world, for the space of one and twentie weekes, but the fume of this simple onely. Therefore, it cannot be, but 'tis most diuine! Further, take it in the nature, in the true kind so, it makes an antidote, that (had you taken the most deadly poysonous plant in all Italy, it should expell it, and clarifie you, with as much ease, as I speake. And, for your greene wound, your Balsamum, and your St. IOHN'S woort are all mere gulleries, and trash to it, especially your Trinidado: your Nicotian is good too. I could say what I know of the vertue of it, for the expulsion of rhewmes, raw humours, crudities, obstructions, with a thousand of this kind, but I professe my selfe no quack-saluer. Only, thus much, by HERCVLES, I doe hold it, and will affirme it (before any Prince in Europe) to be the most soueraigne, and precious weede, that euer the earth tendred to the vse of man.