Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.67 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Should any but my Anabell say so, though age hath set his foot upon my back, I would maintain thy Beauty, Swear thou wert fair, Nay more than that, defend it with my sword. Sir God-frey, so would I, by heaven I would, I, wert against that fugetive my son, Fugetive in forsaking of his wife To lead the race of an intemprat life. Here me but one word, gentle master Doctor, The Lord be with the virtuous Challener where ere he Be, Sir he should have had my child, Good honest Gentleman he should, And I repent me twenty hundred times, So my goodman forsooth would needs Make up the match with this same unthrift, And now you see how he doth use my child, alas. This is some comfort in this depth of woe, Thy virtue is preferred before thy foe, Why then tell them boldly who thou art, No be still the Doctor, hold thy course begun, There is more a foot, then will in haste be done. Brother, it shall be so, he shall not have A grave room of my Land. He spends no goods of mine upon his trull. Cut off all maintenance, that is the way To make him see his sin. O say not so, dear father he'll repent, And I shall have a husband o● new birth. Girl, thou art to foolish, so are we to long, Sufferance in this may grow to further wrong. To further wrong indeed, for Vallenger Hath hired me to poison Anabell. What his true hearted wife? Delay is worse to danger, credit me, And by that plot Sentlove must likewise die. Blessed be the hour that ever thou camest to bristo. A Doctor of more honesty there lives not. Were he our son a thousand times, We must not let him be a murderer. Good Father let it suffice you know it, And may prevent it follow it then no further. O thou that rules the lottery of life, Why should a bad man have a virtuous wife, Or a bad wife, have a husband that is good, Dost thou delight in contraryeties, Then Wherefore do we strive for virtue still, When we are mastered by a greater will, Come good old man, come mirror of true wives, O let my heart with your hearts sympathize, although I am no kinsman to lament, In your distress i●●gruf● as deeply spent. Doctor, brother, what's to be done. God's me we must go apprehend him straight. There is no dallying in a matter of such wait, And therefore let us not be slack in this, No, no, brother with your men, Beset you Sentloes' house he may be there, I and my men, will post another way, No place shall be unsought, But we will have him. Good mother stay them This their journey forth, May breed some mischief, Therefore call them back again. Thou art to foolish girl, let them go, thou seeks his love, that is thy mortal foe.
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504 words · 650 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.667 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Should any but my Anabell ſay ſo, Tho age hath ſet his foote vpon my back, I would maintaine thy Beauty, Sweare thou wert faire, Nay more then that, defend it with my ſword. Sir God-frey, o would I, by heauen I would, I, wert againſt that fugetiue my ſon, Fugetiue in forſaking of his wife To lead the race of an intemprat life. Héere me but one word, gentle maiſter Docter, The Lord be with the vertuous Challener where ere he Be, Sir he ſhould haue had my child, Good honeſt Gentleman he ſhould, And I repent me twenty hundred times, So my goodman forſooth would néeds Make vp the match with this ſame vnthrift, And now you ſée how he doth vſe my child, alas. This is ome comort in this depth of wo, Thy vertue is preferd beore thy foe, Why then tell them boldly who thou art, No be ſtill the Docter, hold thy courſe begun, There is more a foote, then will in haſt be done. Brother, it ſhall be ſo, he ſhall not haue A graue roome of my Land. He ſpends no goods of mine vpon his trull. Cut off all maintenance, that is the way To make him ſée his ſin. O ſay not ſo, déere father héele repent, And I ſhall haue a huſband o new birth. Girle, thou art to fooliſh, ſo are we to long, Sufferance in this may grow to further wrong. To further wrong indéed, for Vallenger Hath hired me to poyſon Anabell. What his true harted wife? Delay is worſe to danger, credit me, And by that plot Sentlo muſt likewiſe die. Bleſſed be the houre that euer yu camſt to briſto. A Docter of more honeſty there liues not. Were he our ſon a thouſand times, We muſt not let him be a murderer. Good Father let it ſuffice you know it, And may preuent it follow it then no further. O thou that rules the lotery of life, Why ſhould a bad man haue a vertuous wie, Or a bad wife, haue a huſband that is good, Doſt thou delight in contraryeties, Then Wherfore do we ſtriue for vertue ſtill, When we are maiſtred by a greater will, Come good old man, come myrror of true wiues, O let my hart with your harts ſimpathiſe, although I am no kinſman to lament, In your diſtres igruf as deeply ſpent. Docter, brother, whats to be done. Gods me we muſt go apprehend him ſtrait. There is no dallying in a matter of ſuch wait, And therefore let vs not be ſlack in this, No, no, brother with your men, Beſet you Sentloes houſe he may be there, I and my men, will poſt another way, No place ſhall be vnſought, But we will haue him. Good mother ſtay them Tis their iourney forth, May breed ſome miſchiefe, Therefore call them back againe. Thou art to fooliſh girle, let them go, thou ſéeks his loue, that is thy mortall foe.