Marston, John / Webster, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.79 · 505 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.
My Lords, the heavy action we intent, Is death and shame, two of the ugliest shapes That can confound a soul; think, think of it: I strive, but yet like him that 'gainst stone walls Directs his shafts, rebounds in his own face, My Lady's shame is mine; o God 'tis mine. Therefore I do conjure all secrecy, Let it be as very little as may be; pray ye, as may be. Make frightless entrance, salute her with soft eyes, Strain nought with blood, only Ferneze dies, But not before her brows: O Gentlemen, God knows I love her; nothing else, but this, I am not well. If grief that sucks veins dry, Rivels the skin, casts ashes in men's faces▪ Be-dulls the eye, unstrengthens all the blood: Chance to remove me to another world, As sure I once must die: let him succeed: I have no child; all that my youth begot, Hath been your loves, which shall inherit me: Which as it ever shall, I do conjure it. Mendoza may succeed, he's noble borne, With me of much desert. Much. Your silence answers I, I thank you, come on now: o that I might die Before her shame's displayed! would I were forced To burn my father's Tomb, unheale 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 methodical according to art composed without any drink. Without any drink? Upon my honour, will you sit and eat? Good, the composure, the receipt, how be't? 'tis a pretty pearl, by this pearl, (how dost with me,) thus it is, seven and thirty yolks of Barbary hens eggs, eighteen spoonfuls and a half of the juice of cocksparrow bones, one ounce, three drams, four scruples, and one quarter of the syrup of Ethiopian dates, sweetened with three quarters of a poond of pure candid Indian Eringoes, strewed 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 restoration. I know not what you mean by restoration, but this it doth, it purifieth the blood, Imootheth the skin, enliveneth the eye, strengtheneth the vemes, 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 me thinks I could discourse most swiftly and wittily already. Have you the art to seem honest? I thank advise and practise. Why then eat me of this posset, quicken your blood, and preserve your beauty. Do you know doctor Plaster-face, by this cured, he is the most exquisite in forging of veins, sprightening of eyes, dying of hair, sleeking of skins, blushing of cheeks, surpheleing of breasts blanching and bleaching of teeth that 〈◊〉 made an old Lady gracious by torch light: by this curd law.
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Position
nodes 505–546 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 38 in this edition
Length
505 words · 713 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.791 (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)
My Lordes, the heauy action we intend, Is death and shame, two of the vgliest shapes That can confound a soule; thinke, thinke of it: I strie, but yet like him that gainst stone walles Directs his shafts, rebounds in his owne face, My Ladies shame is mine; ô God tis mine. Therefore I doe coniure all secrecie, Let it be as very little as may be; pray yee, as may be. Make frightlesse entrance, salute her with soft eyes, Straine nought with blood, onely Ferneze dies, But not before her browes: O Gentlemen, God knowes I loue her; nothing else, but this, I am not well. If griefe that suckes veines drie, Riuels the skinne, casts ashes in mens faces▪ Be-dulls the eye, vnstrengthens all the blood: Chance to remooue me to another world, As sure I once must die: let him succeede: I haue no childe; all that my youth begot, Hath bin your loues, which shall inherite me: Which as it euer shall, I doe coniure it. Mendoza may succeede, hee's noble borne, With me of much desert. Much. Your silence answers I, I thanke you, come on now: ô that I might die Before her shame's displayd! would I were forcde To burne my fathers Tombe, vnheale his bones, And dash them in the durt, rather than this: This both the liuing and the dead offends: "Sharpe sgery where nought but death amends. Euen heere it is, three curdes in three regions indiuidually distinct. Most methodicall according to art compos'd without any drink. Without any drinke? Vpon my honour, will you sit and eate? Good, the composure, the receit, how ist? Tis a prettie pearle, by this pearle, (how doost with me,) thus it is, seauen and thirtie yelkes of Barbarie hennes egges, eighteene spoonefulles and a halfe of the iyce of cockesparrow bones, one ounce, three drammes, foure scruples, and one quarter of the sirrop of Ethiopian dates, sweetned with three quarters of a poond of pure candide Indian Eringos, strewed ouer with the powder of pearle of America, amber of Cataia, and lambe stones of Muscouia. Trust me the ingredients are very cordiall, and no question good, and most powerfull in restauration. I know not what you mene by restauration, but this it doth, it purifieth the blood, Imootheth the skinne, infeneth the eye, strengthneth the vemes, mundefieth the teeth, comforteth the stomacke, fortifieth the backe, and quickneth the wit; thats all. By my troth I haue eaten but two spoonefulls, and me thinkes I could discourse most swiftly and wittily alreadie. Haue you the art to seeme honest? I thanke aduise and practise. Why then eate me of this posset, quicken your blood, and preserue your beautie. Do you know doctor Plaster-face, by this curde, hee is the most exqisite in forging of veines, sprightning of eyes, dying of haire, sleeking of skinnes, blushing of cheekes, surpheleing of breastes blanching and bleaching of teeth that made an old Lady gratious by torch light: by this curd law.