Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.79 · 492 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.
And then— Pray, sir, give me leave to wipe my face a little. Yes, do, good HORACE. Thank you, sir. Death! I must crave his leave to piss anon; Or that I may go hence with half my teeth: I am in some such fear. This tyranny Is strange, to take mine ears up by commission, (Whether I will or no) and make them stalls To his lewd solecisms, and worded trash. Happy thou, bold BOLANUS, now, I say; Whose freedom, and impatience of this fellow, Would, long ere this, have called him fool, and fool, And rank, and tedious fool, and have flung jests As hard as stones, till thou hadst pelted him Out of the place: whilst my tame modesty Suffers my wit be made a solemn ass To bear his fopperies— HORACE, thou art miserably affected to be gone, I see. But— pray thee, let's prove, to enjoy thee awhile: Thou hast no business, I assure me. Whether is thy journey directed? ha? Sir, I am going to visit a friend, that's sick. A friend? What's he? do not I know him? No, sir, you do not know him; and 'tis not the worse for him. What's his name? where's he lodged? Where, I shall be fearful to draw you out of your way, sir; a great way hence: Pray, sir, let's part. Nay, but where is't? I pray thee, say. On the far side of all Tiber yonder, by Caesar's gardens. O, that's my course directly; I am for you. Come, go: why stand'st thou? Yes, sir: marry, the plague is in that part of the city; I had almost forgot to tell you, sir. Fow: It's no matter, I fear no pestilence, I ha' not offended PHOEBUS. I have, it seems; or else this heavy scourge Could ne'er have lighted on me— Come, along. I am to go down some half mile, this way, sir, first, to speak with his physician: And from thence to his apothecary, where I shall stay the mixing of divers drugs— Why, it's all one. I have nothing to do, and I love not to be idle, I'll bear thee company. How call'st thou the pothecary? O, that I knew a name would fright him now. Sir RHADAMANTHUS, RHADAMANTHUS, sir. There's one so called, is a just judge, in hell, And doth inflict strange vengeance on all those, That (here on earth) torment poor patient spirits. He dwells at the three Fairies, by JANUS Temple? Your pothecary does, sir. Heart, I owe him money for sweet meats, and he has laid to arrest me, I hear: but— Sir, I have made a most solemn vow: I will never bail any man. Well then, I'll swear, and speak him fair, if the worst come. But his name is MINOS, not RHADAMANTHUS, HORACE. That may be, sir: I but guest at his name by his sign. But your MINOS is a judge too, sir?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 590–633 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 57 in this edition
Length
492 words · 721 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.787 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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)
And then— Pray, sir, giue me leaue to wipe my face a little. Yes, doe, good HORACE. Thanke you, sir. Death! I must craue his leaue to pisse anon; Or that I may goe hence with halfe my teeth: I am in some such feare. This tyrannie Is strange, to take mine eares vp by commission, (Whether I will or no) and make them stalls To his lewd soloecismes, and worded trash. Happy thou, bold BOLANVS, now, I say; Whose freedome, and impatience of this fellow, Would, long ere this, haue call'd him foole, and foole, And ranke, and tedious foole, and haue flung iests As hard as stones, till thou hadst pelted him Out of the place: whil'st my tame modestie Suffers my wit be made a solemne asse To beare his fopperies— HORACE, thou art miserably affected to be gone, I see. But— pray thee, let's proue, to enioy thee awhile: Thou hast no businesse, I assure me. Whether is thy iourney directed? ha? Sir, I am going to visit a friend, that's sicke. A friend? What's he? doe not I know him? No, sir, you doe not know him; and 'tis not the worse for him. What's his name? where's he lodg'd? Where, I shall be fearefull to draw you out of your way, sir; a great way hence: Pray', sir, let's part. Nay, but where is't? I pray thee, say. On the farre side of all Tyber yonder, by CAESARS gardens. O, that's my course directly; I am for you. Come, goe: why stand'st thou? Yes, sir: marry, the plague is in that part of the citie; I had almost forgot to tell you, sir. Fow: It's no matter, I feare no pestilence, I ha' not offended PHOEBVS. I haue, it seemes; or else this heauie scourge Could ne're haue lighted on me— Come, along. I am to goe downe some halfe mile, this way, sir, first, to speake with his physician: And from thence to his apothecary, where I shall stay the mixing of diuers drugs— Why, it's all one. I haue nothing to doe, and I loue not to be idle, I'le beare thee companie. How call'st thou the pothecary? O, that I knew a name would fright him now. Sir RHADAMANTHVS, RHADAMANTHVS, sir. There's one so cald, is a iust iudge, in hell, And doth inflict strange vengeance on all those, That (here on earth) torment poore patient spirits. He dwells at the three Faries, by IANVS Temple? Your pothecary does, sir. Hart, Iowe him money for sweet meates, and hee has laid to arrest me, I heare: but— Sir, I haue made a most solemne vow: I will neuer baile any man. Well then, I'le sweare, and speake him faire, if the worst come. But his name is MINOS, not RHADAMANTHVS, HORACE. That may bee, sir: I but guest at his name by his signe. But your MINOS is a iudge too, sir?