Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
I overhard thee, thou base Vallenger. That such an angel should endure the evil, To link her self to that insatiate devil Come we discourse to long, we shall have Time enough for conference. What will you be so Coy, Y faith you men are so deceitful, That she's a fool will credit what you say, Why Ned what meanest thou Sir but one word with Master Doctor, I come, Well I will Compass thee whatsoever befall. Well since the bride doth give me leave. I'll be so bold as to have a Dance. Doctor, a word. With me Sir, I with thee. Men of thy sort are sworn to secrecy, But further me and keep my counsel. In that which I shall here impart to thee, And I'll give thee a Hundred pounds in gold. Sir here's my hand, whatsoever lies in me, You shall command my heart and secrecy, It is enough then Doctor thus much know, though happily it may seem stranng to thee. That on my marriage day I should transgress So far as now I must reveal to thee, But think 'tis love, blind love that leads me on, That conquers Gods, and much more mortal men. Delay not 〈◊〉 but speak your mind at full. Then thus in Brief Anabel is my wife, But florence is the Mistress of my heart, I love her Doctor, Dost thou conseave me now, How would you I should help you in her love, Why now thou comest unto the very main. Thou knowest her sweet heart Sentlove, he's the let. And what way would you have him removed. Why poisoned man, a little dram will doote. Poisoned Sir, alas you know 'tis death. I if it be known but that shall never be, Speak honest Doctor wilt thou doote for me, Sir for your sake although it touch me near, here's my handile doote. Cut Doctor never fear. Gold will salve all, and that thou shalt not want. Sir I'll stretch mine art to do you good, though venturing so it cost my dearest blood, thanks gentle Doctor go to florence straife, With in this hour I'll in the garden wait, there bring her alone, Sentloe is sure, And as for Anabal her thoughts be pure, Sentloe once dead, Doctor thou knowest my mind, Faith anabell she stays not long be hind, Good Doctor fail not, I must now to dinner, Now heaven forgive thee thy pernicious sins I poison Sentloe, now the lord forfend. that such a thought should enter in my breast, Blessed be the time I took a Doctors shape, For by this means Sentloe his death shall scape, And lovely Anabell her life set free, False Vallenger shall be deceived by me, And that deceit is lawful kind and just, That doth prevent his murder and his lust, And though I have fair Anabels love lost, Yet Vallenger shall in this suit be crossed.
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I ouerhard thée, thou baſe Vallenger. That ſuch an angell ſhould indure the euell, To linke her ele to that inatiat deuill Come we diſcourſe to long, wée ſhall haue Time enough for conference. What will you bee ſo Coy, Y aith you men are ſo deceytfull, That ſhées a oole will credit what you ſay, Why Ned what meaneſt thou Sir but one word with Maſter Docter, I com, Well I will Compae thee whatſoeuer befal. Well ſince the bride doth giue me leaue. Ile bee ſo bould as to haue a Dance. Docter, a word. With me Sir, I with thée. Men o thy ſort are ſworne to ſecreſie, But further me and kéepe my counſell. In that which I ſhall here impart to thée, And Ile giue thée a Hundred pounds in gould. Sir heres my hand, whatſoeuer lies in me, You ſhall comand my hart and ſecreſie, It is enough then Docter thus much know, Tho happely it may ſéeme ſtranng to thée. That on my marriage day I ſhould tranſgreſſe So far as now I muſt reueale to thée, But think tis loue, blind loue that leads me on, That conquers Gods, and much more mortall men. Delay not but ſpeake your mind at full. Then thus in Briefe Anabel is my wife, But florence is the Miſtris of my hart, I loue her Docter, Doſt thou conſeaue me now, How would you I ſhould help you in her loue, Why now thou commeſt vnto the very maine. Thou knoweſt her ſwéet hart Sentlo, hées the let. And what way would you haue him remoued. Why poyſoned man, a little dram will doote. Poyſoned Sir, alas you know tis death. I if it be knowne but that ſhall neuer be, Speake honeſt Doctor wilt thou doote for me, Sir for your ſake although it touch me néere, Héers my handile doote. Cut Docter neuer feare. Gold will ſalue all, and that thou ſhalt not want. Sir Ile ſtrech mine art to do you good, Tho ventring ſo it coſt my deareſt bloud, thankes gentle Docter goe to florence ſtraife, With in this houre Ile in the garden waite, there bring her alone, Sentloe is ſure, And as for Anabal her thoughtes be pure, Sentloe once dead, Docter thou knoweſt my mind, Faith anabell ſhe ſtaies not long be hinde, Good Docter faile not, I muſt now to dinner, Now heauen forgiue thée thy pernitious ſinnes I poiſon Senloe, now the lord forſend. that ſuch a thought ſhould enter in my breſt, Bleſſed be the time I tooke a Docters ſhape, For by this meanes Sentloe his death ſhall ſcape, And louely Anabell her life ſet frée, Falſe Vallenger ſhall be deceiu'd by me, And that deceit is lawfull kind and iuſt, That doth preuent his murder and his luſt, And tho I haue faire Anabels loue loſt, Yet Vallenger ſhall in this ute be croſt.