Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.75 · 489 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.
Sir here is M. Page, and M. Shallow, Coming hither as fast as they can. Then it is very necessary I put up my sword, Pray give me my cowne too, mark you. God save you Sir Hugh. God save you M. parson. God plesse you all from his mercy's sake now. What the word and the sword, doth that agree well? There is reasons and causes in all things, I warrant you now. Well Sir Hugh, we are come to crave Your help and furtherance in a matter. What is I pray you? I faith 'tis this sir Hugh. There is an ancient friend of ours, a man of very good sort, so at odds with one patience, that I am sure you would heartily grieve to see him. Now Sir Hugh, you are a scholar well red, and very persuasive, we would entreat you to see if you could entreat him to patience. I pray you who is it? Let us know that. I am sure you know him, 'tis Doctor Cayus. I had as leeve you should tell me of a mess of porridge, He is an arant lousy beggarly knave: And he is a coward beside. Why I'll lay my life 'tis the man That he should fight withal. Keep them asunder, take away their weapons. Disarm, let them question. Let them keep their limbs hole, and hack our English. Hark van urd in your ear. You be un daga And de Iack, coward priest. Hark you, let us not be laughing stocks to other men's humours. By Ieshu I will knock your urinals about your knaves cockcomes, for missing your meetings and appointments. O Ieshu mine host of de garter, Iohn Rogoby, Have I not met him at de place he make appoint, Have I not? So kad judge me, this is the appointment place, Witness by my Host of the garter. Peace I say gall and gawlia, French and Wealch, Soul curer, and body curer. This is very brave, excellent. Peace I say, hear mine host of the garter, Am I wise? am I politic? am I Matchavil? Shall I lose my doctor? No, he gives me the motions And the potions. Shall I lose my parson, my sir Hu? No, he gives me the proverbs, and the noverbes: Give me thy hand terrestial, So give me thy hand celestial: So boys of art I have deceived you both, I have directed you to wrong places, Your hearts are mighty, you skins are whole, Bardolfe lay their swords to pawn. Fellow me lads Of peace, follow me. Ha, ra, la. Follow. Afore God a mad host, come let us go. I begar have you mocka may thus? I will be even met you my Iack Host. Give me your hand Doctor Cayus, We be all friends: But for mine hosts foolish knavery, let me alone. I dat be well begar I be friends.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 566–619 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 23 in this edition
Length
489 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.745 (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)
Sir here is M. Page, and M. Shallow, Comming hither as fast as they can. Then it is verie necessary I put vp my sword, Pray giue me my cowne too, marke you. God saue you Sir Hugh. God saue you M. parson. God plesse you all from his mercies sake now. What the word and the sword, doth that agree well? There is reasons and causes in all things, I warrant you now. Well Sir Hugh, we are come to craue Your helpe and furtherance in a matter. What is I pray you? I faith tis this sir Hugh. There is an anncient friend of ours, a man of verie good sort, so at oddes with one patience, that I am sure you would hartily grieue to see him. Now Sir Hugh, you are a scholler well red, and verie perswasiue, we would intreate you to see if you could intreat him to patience. I pray you who is it? Let vs know that. I am shure you know him, tis Doctor Cayus. I had as leeue you should tel me of a messe of poredge, He is an arant lowsie beggerly knaue: And he is a coward beside. Why Ile laie my life tis the man That he should fight withall. Keep them asunder, take away their weapons. Disarme, let them question. Let them keep their limbs hole, and hack our English. Hark van vrd in your eare. You be vn daga And de Iack, coward preest. Harke you, let vs not be laughing stockes to other mens humors. By Ieshu I will knock your vrinalls about your knaues cockcomes, for missing your meetings and appointments. O Ieshu mine host of de garter, Iohn Rogoby, Haue I not met him at de place he make apoint, Haue I not? So kad vdge me, this is the pointment place, Witnes by my Host of the garter. Peace I say gawle and gawlia, French and Wealch, Soule curer, and bodie curer. This is verie braue, excellent. Peace I say, heare mine host of the garter, Am I wise? am I polliticke? am I Matchauil? Shall I lose my doctor? No, he giues me the motiōs And the potions. Shall I lose my parson, my sir Hu? No, he giues me the prouerbes, and e nouerbes: Giue me thy hand terestiall, So giue me thy hand celestiall: So boyes of art I haue deceiued you both, I haue directed you to wrong places, Your hearts are mightie, you skins are whole, Bardolfe laie their swords to pawne. Follow me lads Of peace, follow me. Ha, ra, la. Follow. Afore God a mad host, come let vs goe. I begar haue you mocka may thus? I will be euen met you my Iack Host. Giue me your hand Doctor Cayus, We be all friends: But for mine hosts foolish knauery, let me alone. I dat be vell begar I be friends.