Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1603 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.79 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Nay, come, approach. What? stand you off? at gaze? It looks too full of death, for thy cold spirits. Avoid mine eye, dull camel, or my sword Shall make thy bravery fitter for a grave, Then for a triumph. I'll advance a statue, O'your own bulk; but 't shall be on the cross: Where I will nail your pride, at breadth, and length, And crack those sinews, which are yet but stretched With your swollen fortunes rage. A noble prince! A CASTOR, a CASTOR, a CASTOR, a CASTOR! HE that, with such wrong moved, can bear it through With patience, and an even mind, knows how To turn it back. Wrath, covered, carries fate: Revenge is lost, if I profess my hate. What was my practice late, I'll now pursue As my fell justice. This hath styled it new. physician, thou art worthy of a province, For the great favours done unto our loves; And, but that greatest LIVIA bears a part In the requital of thy services, I should alone, despair of aught, like means, To give them worthy satisfaction. EUDEMUS, (I will see it) shall receive A fit, and full reward, for his large merit. But for this potion, we intend to Drusus, (No more our husband, now) whom shall we choose As the most apt, and abled instrument, To minister it to him? I say, LYGDUS. LYGDUS? what's he? An Eunuch Drusus loves. ay, and his cupbearer. Name not a second. If Drusus love him, and he have that place, We cannot think a sitter. True, my lord, For free access, and trust, are two main aides. Skilful physician! But he must be wrought To th'undertaking, with some laboured art. Is he ambitious? No. Or covetous? Neither. Yet, gold is a good general charm. What is he then? Faith, only wanton, light. How! Is he young? and fair? A delicate youth. Send him to me, I'll work him. Royal lady, Though I have loved you long, and with that height Of zeal, and duty, (like the fire, which more It mounts, it trembles) thinking nought could add Unto the fervour, which your eye had kindled; Yet, now I see your wisdom, judgement, strength, Quickness, and will, to apprehend the means To your own good, and greatness, I protest myself through rarefied, and turned all flame In your affection: Such a spirit as yours, Was not created for the idle second To a poor flash, as Drusus; but to shine Bright, as the Moon, among the lesser lights, And share the sovereignty of all the world. Then LIVIA triumphs in her proper sphere, When she, and her Sejanus shall divide The name of CAESAR; and AUGUSTA'S star Be dimmed with glory of a brighter beam: When AGRIPPINA'S fires are quite extinct, And the scarce-seen Tiberius borrows all His little light from us, whose folded arms Shall make one perfect or be. Who's that? EUDEMUS, Look, 'tis not Drusus? Lady, do not fear.
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494 words · 715 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.791 (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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Nay, come, approch. What? stand you off? at gaze? It lookes too full of death, for thy cold spirits. Auoid mine eye, dull camell, or my sword Shall make thy brau'rie fitter for a graue, Then for a triumph. I'le aduance a statue, O'your owne bulke; but 't shall be on the crosse: Where I will naile your pride, at breadth, and length, And cracke those sinnewes, which are yet but stretch'd With your swolne fortunes rage. A noble prince! A CASTOR, a CASTOR, a CASTOR, a CASTOR! HE that, with such wrong mou'd, can beare it through With patience, and an euen mind, knowes how To turne it backe. Wrath, couer'd, carryes fate: Reuenge is lost, if I professe my hate. What was my practice late, I'le now pursue As my fell iustice. This hath stil'd it new. PHysitian, thou art worthy of a prouince, For the great fauours done vnto our loues; And, but that greatest LIVIA beares a part In the requitall of thy seruices, I should alone, despaire of ought, like meanes, To giue them worthy satisfaction. EVDEMVS, (I will see it) shall receiue A fit, and full reward, for his large merit. But for this potion, we intend to DRVSVS, (No more our husband, now) whom shall we choose As the most apt, and abled instrument, To minister it to him? I say, LYGDVS. LYGDVS? what's he? An Eunuch DRVSVS loues. I, and his cup-bearer. Name not a second. If DRVSVS loue him, and he haue that place, We cannot thinke a sitter. True, my lord, For free accesse, and trust, are two maine aides. Skilfull physitian! But he must be wrought To th'vndertaking, with some labour'd arte. Is he ambitious? No. Or couetous? Neither. Yet, gold is a good generall charme. What is he then? Faith, only wanton, light. How! Is he young? and faire? A delicate youth. Send him to me, I'le worke him. Royall ladie, Though I haue lou'd you long, and with that height Of zeale, and dutie, (like the fire, which more It mounts, it trembles) thinking nought could adde Vnto the feruour, which your eye had kindled; Yet, now I see your wisedome, iudgement, strength, Quicknesse, and will, to apprehend the meanes To your owne good, and greatnesse, I protest My selfe through rarefied, and turn'd all flame In your affection: Such a spirit as yours, Was not created for the idle second To a poore flash, as DRVSVS; but to shine Bright, as the Moone, among the lesser lights, And share the sou'raigntie of all the world. Then LIVIA triumphs in her proper spheare, When shee, and her SEIANVS shall diuide The name of CAESAR; and AVGVSTA'S starre Be dimm'd with glorie of a brighter beame: When AGRIPPINA'S fires are quite extinct, And the scarce-seene TIBERIVS borrowes all His little light from vs, whose folded armes Shall make one perfect or be. Who's that? EVDEMVS, Looke, 'tis not DRVSVS? Ladie, doe not feare.