The Contention between Liberality and Prodigality · chunk 15 of 19
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [Feb 22] (Annals) moral · Children of the Chapel (second) · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.85 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Madam, here are your vassals ready priest, To do the thing that Fortune liketh best. Well then, come on, to witness this our victory, Depart we hence with sound of fame triumphantly. Reverence, due reverence. Come on, my bulchin, come on, my fat fat ox. Come porkling, come on, come pretty twattox. Why will it not be? yet faster a curtsy. This Gentleman of late is waxen so pursy, As at every lands end he seeketh to rest him. How think ye? hath not Tenacity trimly dressed him? Prodigality, if thou lov'st me, let us here stay: For sure I can do no more than I may. I am out of breath as weary as a dog, A luskish lubber, as fat as a hog. Come up, gentle Money, we may not here stay. I must needs, Prodigality, there is no nay: For if I should stir me one inch from the ground, I think I shall die, sure, or fall in a sound. Then must you be drawn. Drawn, or hanged, all is one: For I cannot stir me, my breath is clean gone. How like ye this grossum corpus, so mightily grown? I like him the better, that he is your own. A more monstrous beast, a beast more unwieldy, Since first I was borne, yet never beheld I. Indeed the whoreson is waxen somewhat too fat: But we will find medicines to remedy that. Sir, let me but have him a little in cure, To put my poor practice of Physic in ure, And I dare warrant ye with a purgation or twain, I'll quickly rid him out of all his pain. I think a glister were better. Nay, rather a suppository. Nay then, what say you to letting of blood? I think that some of these should do him good. Ask the Physician. Prodigality. Hoo. I am sick. Where, man? Faith, here, in my belly. It swells, I assure ye, out of all measure. Take heed it grow not to a Timpany. And if it do, what is the danger then? A consumption. A consumption, marry, God forbid, man. What think you now of tenacity? Was he your friend or your foe? Ah, that wretch Tenacity hath brought me to all this woe, 'Twas he indeed that sought to destroy me, In that he would never use to employ me: But prodigality, sweet Prodigality, Help to provide some present remedy: Let me not be thus miserably spilled, Ease me of this, and use me as thou wilt. Yet had I rather live in state bare and thin, Then in this monstrous plight that now I am in: So fatty, so foggy, so out of all measure, That in myself, I take no kind of pleasure. Why, rise up then quickly, and let us be gone. Friends, you must help me. I cannot rise alone. Come on, my sweet Money, we must have a mean, To turn this foggy fat, to a finer lean, The sooner the better.
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T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.848 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Madam, here are your vassals ready prest, To doe the thing that Fortune liketh best. Well then, come on, to witnes this our victorie, Depart we hence with sound of fame triumphantly. Reuerence, due reuerence. Come on, my bulchin, come on, my fat fatox. Come porkeling, come on, come prettie twattox. Why will it not be? yet faster a cursie. This Gentleman of late is waxen so pursie, As at euery lands end he seeketh to rest him. How thinke ye? hath not Tenacity trimly drest him? Prodigalitie, if thou lou'st me, let vs here stay: For sure I can doe no more then I may. I am out of breath as weary as a dog, A luskish lubber, as fat as a hogge. Come vp, Money, wee may not here stay. I must needes, Prodigalitie, there is no nay: For if I should stirre me one inch from the ground, I thinke I shall die, sure, or fall in a sound. Then must you be drawne. Drawne, or hang'd, all is one: For I cannot stirre me, my breath is cleane gone. How like ye this grossum corpus, so mightily growne? I like him the better, that he is your owne. A more monstrous beast, a beast more vnweldie, Since first I was borne, yet neuer beheld I. Indeed the hooreson is waxen somewhat too fat: But we will finde medicines to remedie that. Sir, let me but haue him a little in cure, To put my poore practise of Phisicke in vre, And I dare warrant ye with a purgation or twaine, Ile quickly rid him out of all . I thinke a glister were . Nay, rather a suppositorie. Nay then, what say you to letting of blood? I thinke that some of these should doe him good. Aske the Phisicion. Prodigalitie. Hoo. I am sicke. Where, man? Faith, here, in my belly. It swelles, I assure ye, out of all measure. Take heed it grow not to a Timpany. And if it doe, what is the danger then? A consumption. A consumption, marrie, God forbid, man. What thinke you now of ? Was he your friend or your foe? Ah, that wretch Tenacitie hath brought mee to all this woe, 'Twas he indeed that sought to destroy me, In that he would neuer vse to employ me: But , sweet Prodigalitie, Help to prouide some present remedie: Let me not be thus miserably spilt, Ease me of this, and vse me as thou wilt. Yet had I rather liue in state bare and thin, Then in this monstrous plight that now I am in: So fatty, so foggy, so out of all measure, That in my selfe, I take no kind of pleasure. Why, rise vp then quickly, and let vs be gone. Friends, you must help me. I cannot rise alone. Come on, my sweet Money, we must haue a meane, To turne this foggy fat, to a finer leane, The sooner the better.