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 0.70 · 488 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.
Nay husband let that go to make amends, Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends. Well here is my hand, all's forgiven at last. It hath cost me well, I have been well pinched and washed. Now M. Doctor, son I hope you are. Son begar you be de ville voman, Begar I tinck to marry metres An, and begar 'tis a whoreson garson Iack boy. How a boy? I begar a boy. Nay be not angry wife, I'll tell thee true, It was my plot to deceive thee so: And by this time your daughter's married To M. Slender, and see where he comes. Now son Slender, Where's your bride? Bride, by God's lid I think there's never a man in the worell hath that cross fortune that I have: be-god I could cry for very anger. Why what's the matter son Slender? Son, nay by God I am none of your son. No, why so? Why so God save me, 'tis a boy that I have married. How a boy? why did you mistake the word? No neither, for I came to her in red as you bade me, and I cried mum, and he cried budget, so well as ever you heard, and I have married him. Ieshu M. Slender, cannot you see but marry boys? O I am vexed at heart, what shall I do? Here comes the man that hath deceived us all: How now daughter, where have you been? At Curch forsooth. At Church, what have you done there? Married to me, nay sir never storm, 'tis done sir now, and cannot be undone. I faith M. Page never chafe yourself, She hath made her choice whereas her heart was fixed, Then 'tis in vain for you to storm or fret. I am glad yet that your arrow hath glanced Come mistress Page, I'll be bold with you, 'tis pity to part love that is so true. Although that I have miss in my intent, Yet I am glad my husband's match was crossed, Here M. Fenton, take her, and God give thee joy. Come M. Page, you must needs agree. I i'faith sir come, you see your wife is well pleased: I cannot tell, and yet my heart's well eased, And yet it doth me good the Doctor miss. Come hither Fenton, and come hither daughter, Go too you might have staid for my good will, But since your choice is made of one you love, Here take her Fenton, & both happy prove. I will also dance & eat plums at your weddings. All parties pleased, now let us in to feast, And laugh at Slender, and the Doctor's jest. He hath got the maiden, each of you a boy To wait upon you, so God give you joy, And sir Iohn Falstaff now shall you keep your word, For Brook this night shall lie with mistress Ford.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1234–1289 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 23 in this edition
Length
488 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.699 (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)
Nay husband let that go to make amēds, Forgiue that sum, and so weele all be friends. Well here is my hand, all's forgiuen at last. It hath cost me well, I haue bene well pinched and washed. Now M. Doctor, sonne I hope you are. Sonne begar you be de ville voman, Begar I tinck to marry metres An, and begar Tis a whorson garson Iack boy. How a boy? I begar a boy. Nay be not angry wife, Ile tell thee true, It was my plot to deceiue thee so: And by this time your daughter's married To M. Slender, and see where he comes. Now sonne Slender, Where's your bride? Bride, by Gods lyd I thinke theres neuer a man in the worell hath that crosse fortune that I haue: begod I could cry for verie anger. Why whats the matter sonne Slender? Sonne, nay by God I am none of your son. No, why so? Why so God saue me, tis a boy that I haue married. How a boy? why did you mistake the word? No neither, for I came to her in red as you bad me, and I cried mum, and hee cried budget, so well as euer you heard, and I haue married him. Ieshu M. Slender, cannot you see but marrie boyes? O I am vext at hart, what shal I do? Here comes the man that hath deceiued vs all: How now daughter, where haue you bin? At Curch forsooth. At Church, what haue you done there? Married to me, nay sir neuer storme, Tis done sir now, and cannot be vndone. I faith M. Page neuer chafe your selfe, She hath made her choise wheras her hart was fixt, Then tis in vaine for you to storme or fret. I am glad yet that your arrow hath glanced Come mistris Page, Ile be bold with you, Tis pitie to part loue that is so true. Altho that I haue missed in my intent, Yet I am glad my husbands match was crossed, Here M. Fenton, take her, and God giue thee ioy. Come M. Page, you must needs agree. I yfaith sir come, you see your wife is wel pleased: I cannot tel, and yet my hart's well eased, And yet it doth me good the Doctor missed. Come hither Fenton, and come hither daughter, Go too you might haue stai'd for my good will, But since your choise is made of one you loue, Here take her Fenton, & both happie proue. I wil also dance & eat plums at your weddings. All parties pleased, now let vs in to feast, And laugh at Slender, and the Doctors ieast. He hath got the maiden, each of you a boy To waite vpon you, so God giue you ioy, And sir Iohn Falstaffe now shal you keep your word, For Brooke this night shall lye with mistris Ford.