Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.65 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
The time is to short to make another. ●s not that gown good enough for a whore? By heaven if you maintain this Rascal slave, To abuse me, keep him and let me go. Before an honest servant, let him. Go to, peace sirrah, no more. I have done sir: Harbeit, whether wilt thou? Thy love unto thy friend makes thee forget thyself, therefore no more. I prithee sweet lamb content thyself, This fellow was sent me from a special friend though he be blunt yet is very honest. I could be content to love him well enough, So he could afford me better words. Well I will speak no more what shall offend you Lets go sweet heart, therefore blunt come go you along, Sir godfrey stays, therefore we do him wrong, Thou wrongest thyself, god send thee to amend And wouldst do further wert not for thy friend. Sir Godfrey umphrevile, & my honoured Sister. My bony bride, and this fair company, How it glades old Eustace vallenger To●ee this good occasion of our mirth. Had my old true hearted Sara lived, To have seen the maraige of her dear son And in so good and worshipful a stock, As old vmphrevilles: well 'twas a woman Few such live now: you old foolish eyes Will you be watering still. she was a wise and virtuous gentle woman The poor will say so. I hope my child will imitate her steps, Come anaball thou now must be my wife, My housewife, and my house keeper, and all, I know thou hast been broad up for a housewife, Thy husbands a wild boy I confess. But let him stay and keep thee company Or by the holy rood he roostes not here. But brother, here's an Itallian doctor that's commended to us by especial friends, Whom we must entertain with good regard. Ho, who e with in there? Do you call Sir? Fie, Fie, Ned you trifle out the time. Sir I was welcoming this gentleman, This Gentelwoman, and this doctor, Being strangers here in Bristol. Signior Iulio I understand your called sir. That is my name Sir. Right reverent Doctor your most welcome hither, My house, or what el e, is at your command. The like say I sir, be bold thereof Most honoured knights whatsoever lies in me, Command my best endeavour. Commistresse Florance you must know That your come to Bristol. And must now help to grace our Bride, With all my heart Sir Eustace at her service Sir, master Sentloe is the man I choose, To entertain the bride, he gives me leave To welcome Mistress Florance. Come brother you and I'll confer with M. Doctor. What on your wedding day and change, Is your bride's beauty les esteemed than mine, The Bee that Sucks the bitter Hemlock flowers, When that he comes to taste the Violet Doth count his former food as trash and weeds Thou art the Violet the bitter Hemlock she, I blind before, but now mine eyes doth see.
nodes 195–262 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 18 in this edition
Length
507 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.650 (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)
The time is to ſhort to make another. s not that gowne good inough or a whore? By heauen if you maintaine this Racall ſlaue, To abuſe me, kéep him and let me go. Before an honeſt ſeruant, let him. Go to, peace ſirha, no more. I haue done ſir: Harbeit, whether wilt thou? Thy loue vnto thy friend makes thée forget thy ſelfe, therefore no more. I prethy ſwéet lam content thy ſelfe, This fellow was ſent me from a ſpeciall friend Tho he be blunt yet is very honeſt. I could be content to loue him well enough, So he could afford me better words. Well I wil ſpeake no more what ſhall offend you Lets goe ſwéet hart, therefore blunt come goe you along, Sir godfrey ſtaies, therefore we do him wrong, Thou wrongeſt thy ſelfe, god ſend thée to amend And wouldeſt do further wert not for thy friend. Sir Godfrey vmphreuile, & my honord Siſter. My bony bryde, and this fayre company, How it glades old Euſtace vallenger Toee this good ocaſion of our mirth. Had my ould true harted Sara lyued, To haue ſeene the maraige o her déere ſon And in ſoe good and worſhipull a ſtock, As ould vmphrevilles: well twas a woman Few ſuch liue now: you ould fooliſh eies Will you be watring ſtill. ſhe was a wie and vertuous gentle woman The poore will ſay ſo. I hope my child will imitate her ſteps, Come anaball thou now muſt be my wife, My huſwife, and my houſe keper, and all, I know thou haſt bin brod vp for a huwife, Thy huſbands a wild boy I confes. But let him ſtay and keep thée companye Or by the holy roode he rooſtes not heer. But brother, heres an Itallian docter thats commended to vs by eſpeciall friends, Whom we muſt intertaine with good regard. Ho, who e with in there? Doo you call Sir? Fy, Fie, Ned you trifle out the time. Sir I was welcoming this gentleman, This Gentelwoman, and this docter, Being ſtrangers here in Briſtow. Signeor Iulio I vnderſtand your called ſir. That is my name Sir. Right reuerent Docter your moſt welcom hether, My hou e, or what el e, is at your command. The like ſay I ſir, be bould thereof Moſt honored knights whatſoeuer lies in mee, Commaund my beſt indeuer. Commiſtreſſe Florance you muſt knowe That your come to Briſtow. And muſt now help to grace our Bride, With all my hart Sir Euſtace at her eruice Sir, maiſter Sentloe is the man I chu e, To intertaine the bryde, he giues me leaue To welcome Miſtres Florance. Come brother you and Ile confer wt M. Docter. What on your wedding day and change, Is your brides beauty les eſtéemd then mine, The Bee that Sucks the bitter Hemlock flouers, When that he comes to taſt the Violet Doth count his former food as traſh and wéedes Thou art the Violet the bitter Hemlock ſhée, I blind beore, but now mine eyes doth ſée.