Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.74 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
For the which, I will be thy adversary toward Anne Page: said I well? Bygar, 'tis good: well said. Let us wag then. Come at my heels, Iack Rugby. I pray you now, good Master Slenders serving-man, and friend Simple by your name; which way have you looked for Master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physic. Marry Sir, the pity-ward, the Parke-ward: every way: old Windsor way, and every way but the Towne-way. I most vehemently desire you, you will also look that way. I will sir. Plesse my soul: how full of Cholers I am, and trembling of mind: I shall be glad if he have deceived me: how melancholies I am? I will knog his Urinals about his knave's costard, when I have good opportunities for the ork:' Plesse my soul: To shallow Ruiers to whose falls: melodious Birds sings Madrigals: There will we make our Beds of Roses: and a thousand fragrant posies. To shallow:' Mercy on me, I have a great dispositions to cry. Melodious birds sing Madrigals:— When as I sat in Pabilon: and a thousand vagram Posies. To shallow, etc. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh. he's welcome: To shallow Rivers, to whose false: Heaven prosper the right: what weapons is he? No weapons, Sir: there comes my Master, Mr. Shallow, and another Gentleman; from Frogmore, over the stile, this way. Pray you give me my gown, or else keep it in your arms. How now Master Parson? good morrow good Sir Hugh: keep a Gamester from the dice, and a good Student from his book, and it is wonderful. Ah sweet Anne Page. 'Saue you, good Sir Hugh. Plesse you from his mercy-sake, all of you. What? the Sword, and the Word? Do you study them both, Mr. Parson? And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw-rumaticke day? There is reasons, and causes for it. We are come to you, to do a good office, Mr. Parson. Fery-well: what is it? Yonder is a most reverend Gentleman; who (belike) having received wrong by some person, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you saw. I have lived fourscore years, and upward: I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of his own respect. What is he? I think you know him: Mr. Doctor Caius the renowned French Physician. Got's-will, and his passion of my heart: I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge. Why? He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen, and he is a knave besides: a cowardly knave, as you would desires to be acquainted withal. I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him. O sweet Anne Page. It appears so by his weapons: keep them asunder: here comes Doctor Caius. Nay good Mr. Parson, keep in your weapon. So do you, good Mr. Doctor.
nodes 488–523 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 42 in this edition
Length
488 words · 710 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.741 (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)
For the which, I will be thy aduerſary toward Anne Page: ſaid I well? By-gar, 'tis good: vell ſaid. Let vs wag then. Come at my heeles, Iack Rugby. I pray you now, good Maſter Slenders ſeruing-man, and friend Simple by your name; which way haue you look'd for Maſter Caius, that calls himſelfe Doctor of Phiſicke. Marry Sir, the pittie-ward, the Parke-ward: euery way: olde Windſor way, and euery way but the Towne-way. I moſt fehemently deſire you, you will alſo looke that way. I will ſir. 'Pleſſe my ſoule: how full of Chollors I am, and trempling of minde: I ſhall be glad if he haue deceiued me: how melancholies I am? I will knog his Vrinalls about his knaues coſtard, when I haue good oportunities for the orke: 'Pleſſe my ſoule: To ſhallow Ruiers to whoſe falls: melodious Birds ſings Madrigalls: There will we make our Peds of Roſes: and a thouſand fragrant poſies. To ſhallow: 'Mercie on mee, I haue a great diſpoſitions to cry. Melodious birds ſing Madrigalls: — When as I ſat in Pabilon: and a thouſand vagram Poſies. To ſhallow, &c. Yonder he is comming, this way, Sir Hugh. Hee's welcome: To ſhallow Riuers, to whoſe fals: Heauen proſper the right: what weapons is he? No weapons, Sir: there comes my Maſter, Mr. Shallow, and another Gentleman; from Frogmore, ouer the ſtile, this way. Pray you giue mee my gowne, or elſe keepe it in your armes. How now Maſter Parſon? good morrow good Sir Hugh: keepe a Gameſter from the dice, and a good Studient from his booke, and it is wonderfull. Ah ſweet Anne Page. 'Saue you, good Sir Hugh. 'Pleſſe you from his mercy-ſake, all of you. What? the Sword, and the Word? Doe you ſtudy them both, Mr. Parſon? And youthfull ſtill, in your doublet and hoſe, this raw-rumaticke day? There is reaſons, and cauſes for it. We are come to you, to doe a good office, Mr. Parſon. Fery-well: what is it? Yonder is a moſt reuerend Gentleman; who (be-like) hauing receiued wrong by ſome perſon, is at moſt odds with his owne grauity and patience, that euer you ſaw. I haue liued foure-ſcore yeeres, and vpward: I neuer heard a man of his place, grauity, and learning, ſo wide of his owne reſpect. What is he? I thinke you know him: Mr. Doctor Caius the renowned French Phyſician. Got's-will, and his paſſion of my heart: I had as lief you would tell me of a meſſe of porredge. Why? He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen, and hee is a knaue beſides: a cowardly knaue, as you would deſires to be acquainted withall. I warrant you, hee's the man ſhould fight with him. O ſweet Anne Page. It appeares ſo by his weapons: keepe them aſunder: here comes Doctor Caius. Nay good Mr. Parſon, keepe in your weapon. So doe you, good Mr. Doctor.