Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher · published 1604 · first performed or written 1592 [1592-1593] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.80 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
what, will you go on horse back, or on foot? Nay, till I am past this fair and pleasant green, i'll walk on foot. I have been all this day seeking one master Fustian: mass see where he is, God save you master doctor. What horse-courser, you are well met. Do you hear sir? I have brought you forty dollers for your horse. I cannot sell him so: if thou lik'st him for fifty, take him. Alas sir, I have no more, I pray you speak for me. I pray you let him have him, he is an honest fellow, and he has a great charge, neither wife nor child. Well, come give me your money, my boy will deliver him to you: but I must tell you one thing before you have him, ride him not into the water at any hand. why sir, will he not drink of all waters? O yes, he will drink of all waters, but ride him not into the water, ride him over hedge or ditch, or where thou wilt, but not into the water. Well sir, Now am I made man for ever, I'll not leave my horse for forty: if he had but the quality of heigh ding, ding, heigh, ding, ding, I'd make a brave living on him; he has a buttock as slick as an eel: well god buy sir, your boy will deliver him me: but hark ye sir, if my horse he sick, or ill at ease, if I bring his water to you you'll tell me what it is? Away you villain: what, dost think I am a horse-doctor? what art thou Faustus but a man condemned to die? Thy fatal time doth draw to final end, Despair doth drive distrust unto my thoughts, Confound these passions with a quiet sleep: Tush, Christ did call the thief upon the Cross, Then rest thee Faustus quiet in conceit. Alas, alas, Doctor Fustian quoth 'a, mas. Doctor Lopus was never such a Doctor, has given me a purgation, has purged me of forty Dollers, I shall never see them more: but yet like an ass as I was, I would not be ruled by him, for he bade me I should ride him into no water; now, I thinking my horse had had some rare quality that he would not have had me known of, I like a venturous youth, rid him into the deep pond at the towns end, I was no sooner in the middle of the pond, but my horse vanished away, and I sat upon a bottle of hay, never so near drowning in my life: but I'll seek out my Doctor, and have my forty dollers again, or I'll make it the dearest horse: O yonder is his snipper-snapper, do you hear? you, heigh, pass, where's your master? why sir, what would you? you cannot speak with him.
nodes 816–835 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 23 in this edition
Length
485 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.800 (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)
what, wil you goe on horse backe, or on foote? Nay, til I am past this faire and pleasant gréene, ile walke on foote. I haue béene al this day séeking one maister Fustian: masse sée where he is, God saue you maister doctor. What horse-courser, you are wel met. Do you heare sir? I haue brought you forty dollers for your horse. I cannot sel him so: if thou likst him for fifty, take him. Alas sir, I haue no more, I pray you speake for me. I pray you let him haue him, he is an honest felow, and he has a great charge, neither wife nor childe. Wel, come giue me your money, my boy wil deliuer him to you: but I must tel you one thing before you haue him, ride him not into the water at any hand. why sir, wil he not drinke of all waters? O yes, he wil drinke of al waters, but ride him not into the water, ride him ouer hedge or ditch, or where thou wilt, but not into the water. Wel sir, Now am I made man for euer, Ile not leaue my horse for fortie: if he had but the qualitie of hey ding, ding, hey, ding, ding, Ide make a braue liuing on him; hée has a buttocke as slicke as an Ele: wel god buy sir, your boy wil deliuer him me: but har ye sir, if my horse he sick, or ill at ase, if I bring his water to you yule tel me what it is? Away you villaine: what, doost thinke I am a horse-doctor? what art thou Faustus but a man condemnd to die? Thy fatall time doth drawe to finall end, Dispaire doth driue dirust vnto my thoughts, Confound these passions with a quiet sléepe: Tush, Christ did call the thiee vpon the Crosse, Then rest thée Faustus quiet in conceit. Alas, alas, Doctor Fustian quoth a, mas Doctor Lopus was neuer such a Doctor, has giuen me a purgation, has purg'd me of fortie Dollers, I shall neuer sée them more: but yet like an asse as I was, I would not be ruled by him, for he bade me I should ride him into no water; now, I thinking my horse had had some rare qualitie that he would not haue had me knowne of, I like a ventrous youth, rid him into the deepe pond at the townes ende, I was no sooner in the middle of the pond, but my horse vanisht away, and I sat vpon a bottle of hey, neuer so neare drowning in my life: but Ile séeke out my Doctor, and haue my fortie dollers againe, or Ile make it the dearest horse: O yonder is his snipper snapper, do you heare? you, hey, passe, where's your maister? why sir, what would you? you cannot speake with him.