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 0.83 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Disarm them, and let them question: let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. I pray you let-a-mee speak a word with your ear; uherefore vill you not meet me? Pray you use your patience in good time. Bygar, you are de Coward: de Iack dog: Iohn Ape. Pray you let us not be laughingstocks to other men's humours: I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends: I will knog your Urinal about your knave's Cogs-combe. Diablo: Iack Rugby: mine Host de Iarteer: have I not stay for him, to kill him? have I not at deplace I did appoint? As I am a Christians-soule, now look your: this is the place appointed, I'll be judgement by mine Host of the Garter. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French & Welsh, Soule-Curer, and Body-Curer. I, dat is very good, excellant. Peace, I say: hear mine Host of the Garter, Am I politic? Am I subtle? Am I a Machivell? Shall I lose my Doctor? No, he gives me the Potions and the Motions. Shall I lose my Parson? my Priest? my Sir Hugh? No, he gives me the proverbs, and the No-verbes. 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, your skins are whole, and let burned Sack be the issue: Come, lay their swords to pawn: Fellow me, Lad of peace, follow, follow, follow. Trust me, a mad Host: follow Gentlemen, follow. O sweet Anne Page. Ha' do I perceive dat? Have you make-a-de-sot of us, ha', ha'? This is well, he has made us his ulowting-stog: I desire you that we may be friends: and let us knog our praines together to be revenge on this same scall scuruy-cogging-companion the Host of the Garter. By gar, with all my heart: he promise to bring me where is Anne Page: by gar he deceive me too. Well, I will smite his noddles: pray you follow. Nay keep your way (little Gallant) you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a Leader: whether had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels? I had rather (forsooth) go before you like a man, then follow him like a dwarf. O you are a flattering boy, now I see you'll be a Courtier. Well met mistress Page, whether go you. Truly Sir, to see your wife, is she at home? I, and as idle as she may hang together for want of company: I think if your husbands were dead, you two would marry. Be sure of that, two other husbands. Where had you this pretty weathercock? I cannot tell what (the dickens) his name is my husband had him of, what do you call your Knight's name sirrah? Sir. Iohn Falstaff. Sir. Iohn Falstaff.
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Length
484 words · 691 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.825 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Diſarme them, and let them queſtion: let them keepe their limbs whole, and hack our Engliſh. I pray you let-a-mee ſpeake a word with your eare; vherefore vill you not meet-a me? Pray you vſe your patience in good time. By-gar, you are de Coward: de Iack dog: Iohn Ape. Pray you let vs not be laughing-ſtocks to other mens humors: I deſire you in friendſhip, and I will one way or other make you amends: I will knog your Vrinal about your knaues Cogs-combe. Diablo: Iack Rugby: mine Hoſt de Iarteer: haue I not ſtay for him, to kill him? haue I not at deplace I did appoint? As I am a Chriſtians-ſoule, now looke your: this is the place appointed, Ile bee iudgement by mine Hoſt of the Garter. Peace, I ſay, Gallia and Gaule, French & Welch, Soule-Curer, and Body-Curer. I, dat is very good, excellant. Peace, I ſay: heare mine Hoſt of the Garter, Am I politike? Am I ſubtle? Am I a Machiuell? Shall I looſe my Doctor? No, hee giues me the Potions and the Motions. Shall I looſe my Parſon? my Prieſt? my Sir Hugh? No, he giues me the Prouerbes, and the No-verbes. Giue me thy hand (Celeſtiall) ſo: Boyes of Art, I haue deceiu'd you both: I haue directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your skinnes are whole, and let burn'd Sacke be the iſſue: Come, lay their ſwords to pawne: Follow me, Lad of peace, follow, follow, follow. Truſt me, a mad Hoſt: follow Gentlemen, follow. O ſweet Anne Page. Ha' do I perceiue dat? Haue you make-a-de-ſot of vs, ha, ha? This is well, he has made vs his vlowting-ſtog: I deſire you that we may be friends: and let vs knog our praines together to be reuenge on this ſame ſcall ſcuruy-cogging-companion the Hoſt of the Garter. By gar, with all my heart: he promiſe to bring me where is Anne Page: by gar he deceiue me too. Well, I will ſmite his noddles: pray you follow. Nay keepe your way (little Gallant) you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a Leader: whether had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your maſters heeles? I had rather (forſooth) go before you like a man, then follow him like a dwarfe. O you are a flattering boy, now I ſee you'l be a Courtier. Well met miſtris Page, whether go you. Truly Sir, to ſee your wife, is ſhe at home? I, and as idle as ſhe may hang together for want of company: I thinke if your husbands were dead, you two would marry. Be ſure of that, two other husbands. Where had you this pretty weather-cocke? I cannot tell what (the dickens) his name is my husband had him of, what do you cal your Knights name ſirrah? Sir. Iohn Falſtaffe. Sir. Iohn Falſtaffe.