Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher · published 1604 · first performed or written 1592 [1592-1593] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.75 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
But I will speak with him. Why he's fast asleep, come some other time. I'll speak with him now, or I'll break his glass-windows about his ears. I tell thee he has not slept this eight nights. And he have not slept this eight weeks I'll speak with him. See where he is fast asleep. ay, this is he, God save ye master doctor, master doctor, master doctor Fustian, forty dollers, forty dollers for a bottle of hay. Why, thou seest he hears thee not. So, ho, ho: so, ho, ho. No, will you not wake? I'll make you wake ere I go. Alas, I am undone, what shall I do: O my leg, my leg, help Mephastophilis, call the Officers, my leg, my leg. Come villain to the Constable. O Lord sir, let me go, and I'll give you forty dollers more. Where be they? I have none about me, come to my Oastrie and I'll give them you. Be gone quickly. What is he gone? farewell he, Faustus has his leg again, and the horse-courser I take it, a bottle of hay for his labour; well, this trick shall cost him forty dollers more. How now Wagner, what's the news with thee? Sir, the Duke of Vanholt doth earnestly entreat your company. The Duke of Vanholt! an honourable gentleman, to whom I must be no niggard of my cunning, come Mephastophilis, let's away to him. Believe me master Doctor, this merriment hath much pleased me. My gracious Lord, I am glad if contents you so well: but it may be madam, you take no delight in this, I have heard that great bellied women do long for some dainties or other, what is it madam? tell me, and you shall have it. Thanks, good master doctor, And for I see your courteous intent to pleasure me, I will not hide from you the thing my heart desires, and were it now summer, as it is Ianuary, and the dead time of the winter, I would desire no better meat than a dish of ripe grapes. Alas madam, that's nothing, Mephastophilis, be gone: were it a greater thing than this, so it would content you, you should have it here they be madam, wilt please you taste on them. Believe me master Doctor, this makes me wonder above the rest, that being in the dead time of winter, and in the month of Ianuary, how you should come by these grapes. If it like your grace, the year is divided into two circles over the whole world, that when it is here winter with us, in the contrary circle it is summer with them, as in India, Saba, and farther countries in the East, and by means of a swift spirit that I have, I had them brought hither, as ye see, how do you like them madam, be they good?
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Length
482 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.747 (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)
But I wil speake with him. Why hée's fast asléepe, come some other time. Ile speake with him now, or Ile breake his glasse-windowes about his eares. I tell thee he has not slept this eight nights. And he haue not slept this eight wéekes Ile speake with him. Sée where he is fast asléepe. I, this is he, God saue ye maister doctor, maister doctor, maister doctor Fustian, fortie dollers, fortie dollers for a bottle of hey. Why, thou seest he heares thée not. So, ho, ho: so, ho, ho. No, will you not wake? Ile make you wake ere I goe. Alas, I am vndone, what shall I do: O my legge, my legge, helpe Mephastophilis, call the Officers, my legge, my legge. Come villaine to the Constable. O Lord sir, let me goe, and Ile giue you fortie dollers more. Where be they? I haue none about me, come to my Oastrie and Ile giue them you. Be gone quickly. What is he gone? farwel he, Faustus has his legge againe, and the Horsecourser I take it, a bottle of hey for his labour; wel, this tricke shal cost him fortie dollers more. How now Vagner, what's the newes with thée? Sir, the Duke of Vanholt doth earnestly entreate your company. The Duke of Vanholt! an honourable gentleman, to whom I must be no niggard of my cunning, come Mephastophilis, let's away to him. Beléeue me maister Doctor, this merriment hath much pleased me. My grations Lord, I am glad if contents you so wel: but it may be Madame, you take no delight in this, I haue heard that great bellied women do long for some dainties or other, what is it Madame? tell me, and you shal haue it. Thakes, good maister doctor, And for I sée your curteous intent to pleasure me, I wil not hide from you the thing my heart desires, and were it nowe summer, as it is Ianuary, and the dead time of the winter, I would desire no better meate then a dish of ripe grapes. Alas Madame, thats nothing, Mephastophilis, be gone: were it a greater thing then this, so it would content you, you should haue it here they be madam, wilt please you taste on them. Beléeue me master Doctor, this makes me wonder aboue the rest, that being in the dead time of winter, and in the month of Ianuary, how you shuld come by these grapes. If it like your grace, the yéere is diuided into twoo circles ouer the whole worlde, that when it is héere winter with vs, in the contrary circle it is summer with them, as in Indi, Saba, and farther countries in the East, and by means of a swift spirt that I haue, I had them brought hither, as ye see, how do you like them Madame, b they good?