Marston, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.73 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Your silence answers I, I thank you, come on now, o that I might die, Before her shames displayed, would I were forced To burn my father's Tomb; unhill his bones, And dash them in the dirt, rather than this: This both the living and the dead offends, Sharp surgery where nought but death amends. even here it is, three curds in three regions individually distinct, Most methodically according to art composed, without any drink. Without any drink. Upon my honour, will ye sit and eat. Good the composure the receive, how is't: 'tis a pretty pearl, by this pearl, (how dost with me) thus it is, seven and thirty yolks of Barbarie hens eggs, eighteen spoonfuls and a half of the Joice of cock-sparrow bon s, one ounce, three drams, four scruples, and one quarter of the Syrup of Ethiopian Dates, sweetened with three quarters of a pound of pure Candid Indian eringoes, strowed over with the powder of Pearl of America, Amber of Cataia, and Lamb stones of Muscovia. Trust me the ingredients are very Cordial, and no question good, and most powerful in operation. I know not what you mean by restoration, but this it doth, it purifieth the blood, smootheth the skin, enliveneth the eye, strengtheneth the veins, mundifieth the teeth, comforteth the stomach, fortifieth the back, and quickeneth the wit, that's all. By my troth I have eaten but two spoonfuls, and methinks I could discourse most swiftly, and wittily already. Have you the art to seem honest. I thank advise and practise. Why then eat me a this posset, quicken your blood, and preserve your beauty, do you know Doctor Plaster-face, by this curd he is the most exquisite in forging of veins, sprightening of eyes, dying of hair, sleeking of skins, blushing of cheeks, surpheling of breasts, blanching and bleaching of teeth, that ever made an old lady gracious by torchlight: by this curd law. Well we are resolved, what God has given us we'll cherish. Cherish any thing saving your husband, keep him not too high lest he leap the pale: but for your beauty, let it be your Saint, bequeath two hours to it every morning in your closet, I ha' been young, and yet in my conscience I am not above five and twenty, but believe me, preserve and use your beauty, for youth and beauty once gone, we are like Beehives without honey: out a fashion, apparel that no man will wear, therefore use me your beauty. ay but men say. Men say, let men say what the will, life a woman, they are ignorant of our wants, the more in years the more in perfection the grow: if they lose youth and beauty, they gain wisdom and discretion: But when our beauty fades, goodnight with us, there cannot be an uglier thing to see then an old woman, from which, o pruning, pinching, and painting, deliver all sweet beauties. Hark music. Peace 'tis i'th' Duchess bedchamber, good rest most prosperously graced ladies. God night sentinel.
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507 words · 703 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.729 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Your silence answeres I, I thanke you, come on now, ô that I might dye, Before her shames displaide, would I were forst To burne my fathers Tombe; vnhill his boanes, And dash them in the durt, rather then this: This both the liuing and the dead offends, Sharpe surgery where nought but death amends. Euen here it is, three curds in three regions indiuiduallie distinct, Most methodically according to art composd, without any drinke. Without any drinke. Vpon my honour, will yee sit and eate. Good the composure the receie, how ist: Tis a pretty pearle, by this pearle, (how dost with me) thus it is, seauen and thirty volks of Barbarie hennes eggs, eighteene spoonfulles and a halfe of the Ioice of cocksparrowe bon s, one ounce, three drams, oure scruples, and one quarte of the Sirrop of Ethiopian Dates, sweetned with three quarters of a pound of pure Candid Indian , strow'd ouer with the powder of Pearle of America, Amber of Cataia, and Lambe stones of . Trust me the ingredients are very Cordiall, and no question god, and most powerfull in operation. I know not what you meane by restauracion, but this it doth, it purifieth the blood, smootheth the skinne, i lifeneth the eye, strengthneth the vaines▪ mundefieth the teeth, comforteth the stomacke, fortifieth the backe, and quickneth the wi, thats all. By my troth I haue eaten but two spoonefuls, and me thinkes I could discourse most swiftly, and wittily already. Haue you the art to seeme honest. I thanke aduise and practise. Why then eate me a this posset, quicken your blood, and preserue your beauty, doe you knowe Doctor Plaster-face, by this curd he is the most exquisite in forging of veines, sprightning of eyes, dying of haire, sleeking of skinnes, blushing of cheeks, surpheling of brests, blanching and bleaching of teeth, that euer made an ould ladie gratious by torch-light: by this curd law. Well we are resolu'd, what God has giuen vs weell cherish. Cherish any thing sauing your husband, keepe him not too high least he leape the pale: but for your beauty, let it be your Saint, bequeath two howers to it euery morning in your closet, I ha bin yong, and yet in my conscience I am not aboue fiue and twenty, but beleeue me, preserue and vse your beauty, for youth and beautie once gone, we are like Beehiues without honey: out a fashion, apparell that no man will weare, therefore vse me your beauty. I but men say. Men say, let men say what the will, life a woman, they are ignorant of our wants, the more in yeeres the more in perfection the grow: if they loose youth and beauty, they gaine wisdome and discretion: But when our beauty fades, godnight with vs, there cannot be an vglier thing to see then an ould woman, from which, ô pruning, pinching, and painting, deliuer all sweete beauties. Harke musique. Peace tis ithe Dutches bed-chamber, good rest most prosperously grac'd ladies. God night centinell.