1 The Honest Whore (1 The Converted Courtesan) (The Patient Man and the Honest Whore) · chunk 36 of 48
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.81 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
That had he been inflamed with zeal of prayer, He could not power't out with more reverence. About my neck he hung, wept on my cheek, Kissed it, and swore, he would adore my lips, Because they brought forth Infaelice's name. Ha, ha, alack, alack. The cup he lifts up high, and thus he said, Here noble maid: drinks, and was poisoned. and died? And died my Lord. Thou in that word, Hast pieced mine aged hours out with more years, Than thou hast taken from Hipolito, A noble youth he was, but lesser branches Hindering the greater's growth, must be lopped off, And feed the fire: Doctor we're now all thine, And use us so: be bold. Thanks gracious Lord: My honoured Lord: hmh. I do beseech your grace to bury deep, This bloody act of mine. Nay, nay, for that, Doctor look you to't: me it shall not move, Their cursed that ill do, not that ill do love, You throw an angry forehead on my face, But be you pleased, backward thus for to look, That for your good, this evil I undertook, ay, ay, we construe so: And only for your love. Confessed: 'tis true. Nor let it stand against me as a bar, To thrust me from your presence: nor believe (As Princes have quick thoughts,) that now my finger Being dipped in blood, I will not spare the hand, But that for gold (as what can gold not do?) I may be hired to work the like on you, Which to prevent. 'tis from my heart as far. No matter Doctor, cause i'll fearless sleep, And that you shall stand clear of that suspicion I banish thee for ever from my court. This principle is old but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate, Is't so: nay then Duke, your stale principle With one as stale, the Doctor thus shall quit, He falls himself that digs another's pit, How now: where is he? will he meet me: meet you sir, he might have met with three fencers in this time and have received less hurt than by meeting one Doctor of Physic: why sir has walked under the old Abbey wall yonder this hour, till he's more cold than a citizens country house in January, you may smell him behind sir; la you: yonder he comes. leave me. Itch lurch if you will. O my most noble friend. Few but yourself, Could have intied me thus, to trust the Air, With my close sighs, you send for me: what news? Come you must doff this black: die that pale cheek, Into his own colour; go: Attire yourself Fresh as a bridegroom, when he meets his bride, The Duke has done much treason to thy love, 'tis now revealed, 'tis now to be revenged, Be merry honoured friend, thy Lady lives.
nodes 1638–1698 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 48 in this edition
Length
480 words · 641 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.814 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
That had he beene inflam'd with zeale of prayer, He could not power't out with more reuerence. About my necke he hung, wept on my cheeke, Kist it, and swore, he would adore my lippes, Because they brought forth Infaelices name. Ha, ha, alacke, alacke. The cup he lifs vp high, and thus he said, Here noble maid: drinkes, and was poisoned. and died? And died my Lord. Thou in that word, Hast peid mine aged houres out with more yeares, Than thou hast taken from Hipolito, A noble youth he was, but lesser branches Hindring the greaters growth, must be lopt off, And feede the fire: Doctor w'are now all thine, And vse vs so: be bold. Thankes gracious Lord: My honoured Lord: hmh. I doe beseech your grace to bury deepe, This bloudy act of mine. Nay, nay, for that, Doctor looke you toot: me it shall not moue, Their curst that ill doe, not that ill do loue, You throw an angry forehead on my face, But be you pleas'd, backward thus for to looke, That for your good, this euill I vndertooke, I, I, we conster so: And onely for your loue. Confest: tis true. Nor let it stand against me as a bar, To thrust me from your presence: nor beleeue (As Princes haue quicke thoughts,) that now my finger Being deept in blood, I will not spare the hand, But that for gold (as what can golde not doe?) I may be hi'rde to worke the like on you, Which to preuent. Tis from my hart as far. No matter Doctor, cause ile feareles sleepe, And that you shall stand cleare of that suspition I banish thee for euer from my court. This principle is olde but true as fate, Kings may loue treason, but the traitor hate, Ist so: nay then Duke, your stale principle With one as stale, the Doctor thus shall quit, He fals himselfe that digs anothers pit, How now: where is he? will he meete me: meete you sir, he might haue met with three fencers in this time and haue receiued lesse hurt then by meeting one Doctor of Phisicke: why sir has walkt vnder the olde Abbey wall yonder this houre, till hees more colde then a Cittizens country house in Ianiuere, you may smell him behinde sir; la you: yonder he comes. leaue me. Itch lurch if you will. O my most noble friend. Few but your selfe, Could haue intied me thus, to trust the Aire, With my close sighes, you send for me: what newes? Come you must doff this blacke: die that pale cheeke, Into his owne colour; goe: Attire your selfe Fresh as a bridegroome, when he meetes his bride, The Duke has done much treason to thy loue, Tis now reuealed, tis now to be reuengde, Be mery honord friend, thy Lady liues.