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Doctor Faustus · chunk 20 of 23

Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher · published 1604 · first performed or written 1592 [1592-1593] (Annals)
tragedy · Unknown
T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.80 · 476 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.

Believe me Master doctor, they be the best grapes that e'er I tasted in my life before. I am glad they content you so Madam. Come madam, let us in, where you must well reward this learned man for the great kindness he hath showed to you. And so I will my Lord, and whilst I live, Rest beholding for this courtesy. I humbly thank your Grace. Come, master Doctor follow us, and receive your reward. I think my master means to die shortly, For he hath given to me all his goods, And yet methinks, if that death were near, He would not banquet, and carouse, and swill Amongst the Students, as even now he doth, who are at supper with such belly-cheer, As Wagner near beheld in all his life. See where they come: belike the least is ended. Master Doctor Faustus, since our conference about fair Ladies, which was the beutifulst in all the world, we have determined with ourselves, that Helen of Greece was the admirablest Lady that ever lived: therefore master Doctor, if you will do us that favour, as to let us see that peerless Dame of Greece, whom all the world admires for majesty, we should think ourselves much beholding unto you. Gentlemen, for that I know your friendship is unfeigned, and Faustus' custom is not to defy the just requests of those that wish him well, you shall behold that peerless dame of Greece, no otherways for pomp and majesty, then when sir Paris crossed the seas with her, and brought the spoils to rich Dardama. Be silent then, for danger is in words. Too simple is my wit to tell her praise, Whom all the world admires so majesty. No marvel though the angry Greeks pursued With ten years war the rape of such a queen, Whose heavenly beauty passeth all compare. 1. Since we haue séene the pride of natures workes, And only Paragon of excellence, Let us depart, and for this glorious deed Happy and blessed be Faustus evermore. Gentlemen farewell, the same I wish to you. Ah Doctor Faustus, that I might prevail, To guide thy steps unto the way of life, By which sweet path thou mayst attain the goal That shall conduct thee to celestial rest. Break heart, drop blood, and mingle it with tears, Tears falling from repentant heaviness Of thy most wild and loathsome filthiness, The stench whereof corrupts the inward soul With such flagitious crimes of heinous sins, As no commiseration may expel, But mercy Faustus of thy Saviour sweet, Whose blood alone must wash away thy guilt. Where art thou Faustus? wretch what hast thou done? Damned art thou Faustus, damned, despair and die, Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voice Says, Faustus come, thine hour is come, And Faustus will come to do thee right.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayDoctor Faustus
AuthorAnonymous / Marlowe, Christopher
Publication year (edition)1604
First performance / composition (Annals)1592 [1592-1593]
First performance (BritDrama)1588 [1587-1589] [revised 1602]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 476 · TCP A07009 · DEEP 369
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 863–906 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 23 in this edition
Length476 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T3 — Sickness, physic and doctors cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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)
Beléeue me Maister doctor, they be the best grapes that er I tasted in my life before. I am glad they content you so Madam. Come Madame, let vs in, where you must wel reward this learned man for the great kindnes he hath shewd to you. And so I wil my Lord, and whilst I liue, Rest beholding for this curtesie. I humbly thanke your Grace. Come, maister Doctor follow vs, and receiue your reward. I thinke my maister meanes to die shortly, For he hath giuen to me al his goodes, And yet me thinkes, if that death were néere, He would not banquet, and carowse, and swill Amongst the Students, as euen now he doth, who are at supper with such belly-cheere, As Wagner nere beheld in all his life. Sée where they come: belike the least is ended. Maister Doctor Faustus, since our conference about faire Ladies, which was the beutifulst in all the world, we haue determined with our selues, that Helen of Greece was the admirablest Lady that euer liued: therefore master Doctor, if you wil do vs that fauor, as to let vs sée that péerelesse Dame of Greece, whome al the world admires for maiesty, wée should thinke our selues much beholding vnto you. Gentlemen, for that I know your friendship is vnfained, and Faustus custome is not to deuie the iust requests of those that wish him well, you shall behold that pearelesse dame of Greece, no otherwaies for pompe and maiestie, then when sir Paris crost the scas with her, and brought the spoiles to rich Dardama. Be silent then, for danger is in words. Too simple is my wit to tell her praise, Whom all the world admires fo maiestie. No maruel tho the angry Greekes pursude With tenne yeares warre the rape of such a quéene, Whose heauenly beauty passeth all compare. 1. Since we haue séene the pride of natures workes, And onely Paragon of excellence, Let vs depart, and for this glorious déed Happy and blest be Faustus euermore. Gentlemen farwel, the same I wish to you. Ah Doctor Faustus, that I might preuaile, To guide thy steps vnto the way of life, By which swéete path thou maist attaine the gole That shall conduct thée to celestial rest. Breake heart, drop bloud, and mingle it with teares, Teares falling from repentant heauinesse Of thy most vilde and loathsome filthinesse, The stench whereof corrupts the inward soule With such flagitious crimes of hainous sinnes, As no commiseration may expel, But mercie Faustus of thy Sauiour swéete, Whose bloud alone must wash away thy guilt. Where art thou Faustus? wretch what hast thou done? Damnd art thou Faustus, damnd, dispaire and die, Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voyce Sayes, Faustus come, thine houre is come, And Faustus will come to do thée right.