Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.80 · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
I warrant you Sir. Well Vallenger if all things fall out right: You shall have little cause to thank The Doctor, but here he comes. How now Doctor, what will Florence come, She will be here Sir, presently, and see You can no sooner speak but she is come. Go Sirrah, do you tend at door, Let none come in unless I call to you. I will, strait fetch Sentloe, to this match, Are you there Doctor, y saith i'll be even with you. Sweet mistress welcome. vallenger now by this light Thou art the welcomest man in Christendom. Thanks gentle mistress, but how if Sentlove come. Hang him I never loved him in my life, Only I gull the Rascal for his money. The more villain vallenger To leave his true wife for a common stall. Now by this hand, I wonder vallenger, What delight thou takest in such a wife, But that she is somewhat wise, and modest, But to content a gallant spirit indeed, By this light she is a very block to me. hang her, I care not for her, our fathers made the match Now with a devil what whirl wind blew you hither? How now minks, what make you here. I hard my Vallenger was all alone, If I offend thee love, i'll strait begun, yet I had rather stay and if you please. Vallenger, what makes your minion here, What are you ieallious housewife with a pox? I pray you gentlewoman be not offended, Please you my husband and all shall be mended. Gosip get home, or I shall set you packing. I have a trick and if it fall out right, Shall move her patience ere she part from hence. thou art to me, as body to the soul, My life is death without thy company. By my troth here is an excellent rabato. Would I had such a one. Likes it thee mistress? Hear take it, a worse will serve your furne. Withall my hart, héere mistris take t, at home I have a better, please you to go With me i'll give it you. here's a wonderful good fashioned gown, I'd ride my horse twenty mills for such another. housewife, uncase, a worse will serve your turn. All that I have sweet Vallenger is thine, and what is thine, thou boldly mayst bestow, Give all I have, only reserve thyself. and gentlewoman pity my estate, think that I am a woman as yourself, Had you a husband that you loved so dear, And see another rob you of his heart, Would it not grieve you? Yes I know it will, But yet I pray, for My sake use him kind, I am sure he'll deserve it at your hands, Go, get you hence, or else i'll send you packing. I will sweet love, and where so ere thou art, God send thee never a less loving heart. vallenger, your a villain to use me thus. Sentlove, the villain I throw back again, And will maintain mine honour with my sword, Draw vallenger, one of our deaths is nigh.
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Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.803 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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I warrant you Sir. Well Vallenger if all things fall out right: You ſhall haue little cauſe to thanke The Docter, but héere he comes. How now Docter, what will Florence come, She will be héere Sir, preſently, and ſée You can no ſooner ſpeake but ſhe is come. Go Sirrha, do you tend at doore, Let none come in vnles I call to you. I will, ſtraight fetch Sentloe, to this match, Are you there Docter, y ſaith ile be euen with you. Swéet miſtris welcome. vallenger now by this light Thou art the welcomeſt man in Chriſtendome. Thanks gentle miſtris, but how if Sentlo come. Hang him I neuer lou'd him in my life, Only I gull the Raſcall for his money. The more villaine vallenger To leaue his true wife for a common ſtall. Now by this hand, I wonder vallenger, What delight thou takeſt in ſuch a wife, But that ſhe is ſomwhat wiſe, and modeſt, But to content a gallant ſpirit indéed, By this light ſhe is a very block to me. hang her, I care not for her, our fathers made the match Now with a diuill what whirle wind blew you hether? How now minks, what make you heere. I hard my Vallenger was all alone, If I offend thee loue, ile ſtraight begone, yet I had rather ſtay and if you pleaſe. Vallenger, what makes your minion héere, What are you ieallious huſwife with a pox? I pray you gentlwoman be not offended, Pleaſe you my huſband and all ſhall be mended. Goſip get home, or I ſhall ſet you packing. I haue a trick and if it fall out right, Shall moue her patience ere ſhe part from hence. thou art to me, as bodie to the ſoule, My life is death without thy companie. By my troth heere is an excellent rebato. Would I had ſuch a one. Likes it thee miſtris? Heere take it, a worſe will ſerue your furne. Withall my hart, héere miſtris take t, at home I haue a better, pleaſe you to goe With me ile giue it you. Heeres a wonderfull good faſhiond gown, Ide ride my horſe twenty milles for ſuch another. Huſwife, vncaſe, a worſe will ſerue your turne. All that I haue ſweet Vallenger is thine, and what is thine, thou boldly maiſt beſtow, Giue all I haue, onely reſerue thy ſelfe. and gentlewoman pitty my eſtate, think that I am a woman as your ſelfe, Had you a huſband that you loued ſo deere, And ſee another rob you of his hart, Would it not grieue you? Yes I know it will, But yet I pray, for My ſake vſe him kind, I am ſure heele deſerue it at your hands, Goe, get you hence, or elſe ile ſend you packing. I will ſweet loue, and where ſo ee thou art, God ſend thee neuer a leſſe louing hart. vallenger, your a villaine to vſe me thus. Sentlo, the villaine I throw back againe, And will maintaine mine honor with my ſword, Draw vallenger, one of our deaths is nigh.