Shakespeare, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.76 · 487 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.
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 servingman 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 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 rivers to whose falls; melodious Birds sing 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 Nay Sir Hugh. he's welcome: To shallow rivers, in whose false: Heaven prosper the right: what weapons is he? No weapons, Sir; there comes my master, Master Shallow, and another Gentleman; from Frogmore, over the style, 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. please you from his mercy-sake, all of you. What? the Sword, and the Word? Do you study them both Master 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, Master 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; Master 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 poriedge. Why? He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen, and he is a knave beside: a cowardly knave, as you would desires to 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 a sunder, here comes Doctor Caius. Nay good Master Parson, keep your weapon. So do you, good Master Doctor.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 487–522 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 42 in this edition
Length
487 words · 692 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.759 (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)
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 ſeruingman 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 looke that way. I will ſir. 'Pleſſe my ſoule: how full of Chollors I am and trempling of minde; I ſhall be glad if hee 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 Riuers to whoſe falls; melodious Birds ſing Madrigalls: There will wee 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 ay Sir Hugh. Hee's welcome: To ſhallow Riuers, in whoſe fals: Heauen proſper the right: what weapons is he? No weapons, Sir; there comes my maſter, Maſter Shallow, and another Gentleman; from Frogmore, ouer the ſtile, this way. Pray you giue me 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 Bage. 'Saue you, good Sir Hugh. ▪Pleaſſe you from his mercy-ſake, all of you. What? the Sword, and the Word? Doe you ſtudy them both Maſter Parſon? And youthfull ſtill, in your doublet and hoſe, this raw-rumaticke day? There is reaſons, and cauſes for it? Wee are come to you, to doe a good office, Maſter 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; Maſter Doctor Caius the renowned French Phyſician. Got's will, and his paſſion of my heart, I had as liefe you would tell me of a meſſe of poriedge. Why? Hee has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen, and hee is a knaue beſides: a cowardly knaue, as you would deſires to 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 a ſunder, here comes Doctor Caius. Nay good Maſter Parſon, keepe your weapon. So doe you, good Maſter Doctor.