Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1603 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.84 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
I must make A rude departure, lady. CAESAR sends With all his haste both of command, and prayer. Be resolute in our plot; you have my soul, As certain yours, as it is my bodies. And, wise physician, so prepare the poison As you may lay the subtle operation Upon some natural disease of his. Your eunuch send to me. I kiss your hands, Glory of ladies, and commend my love To your best faith, and memory. My lord, I shall but change your words. Farewell. Yet, this Remember for your heed, he loves you not; You know, what I have told you: His designs Are full of grudge, and danger: we must use More than a common speed. Excellent lady, How you do fire my blood! Well, you must go? The thoughts be best, are least set forth to show. When will you take some physic, lady? When I shall, EUDEMUS: But let Drusus drug Be first prepared. Were LYGDUS made, that's done; I have it ready. And tomorrow-morning, I'll send you a perfume, first to resolve, And procure sweat, and then prepare a bath To cleanse, and clear the cutis; against when, I'll have an excellent new fucus made, Resistive 'gainst the sun, the rain, or wind, Which you shall lay on with a breath, or oil, As you best like, and last some fourteen hours. This change came timely, lady, for your health; And the restoring your complexion, Which Drusus choler had almost burnt up: Wherein your fortune hath prescribed you better Than art could do. Thanks, good physician, I'll use my fortune (you shall see) with reverence. Is my coach ready? It attends your highness. IF this be not revenge, when I have done And made it perfect, let Egyptian slaves, Parthians, and barefoot Hebrews brand my face, And print my body full of injuries. Thou lost thyself, child Drusus, when thou thought'st Thou couldst out-skip my vengeance: or outstand The power I had to crush thee into air. Thy follies now shall taste what kind of man They have provoked, and this thy father's house Crack in the flame of my incensed rage, Whose fury shall admit no shame, or mean. Adultery? it is the lightest ill, I will commit. A race of wicked acts Shall flow out of my anger, and o'erspread The world's wide face, which no posterity Shall e'er approve, nor yet keep silent: Things, That for their cunning, close, and cruel mark, Thy father would wish his; and shall (perhaps) Carry the empty name, but we the prize. On then, my soul, and start not in thy course; Though heaven drop sulphur, and hell belch out fire, Laugh at the idle terrors: Tell proud JOVE, Between his power, and thine, there is no odds. 'Twas only fear, first, in the world made gods.
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Length
472 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.836 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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I must make A rude departure, lady. CAESAR sends With all his haste both of command, and prayer. Be resolute in our plot; you haue my soule, As certayne yours, as it is my bodies. And, wise physitian, so prepare the poyson As you may lay the subtile operation Vpon some naturall disease of his. Your eunuch send to me. I kisse your hands, Glorie of ladies, and commend my loue To your best faith, and memorie. My lord, I shall but change your wordes. Farewell. Yet, this Remember for your heed, he loues you not; You know, what I haue told you: His designes Are full of grudge, and danger: we must vse More then a common speed. Excellent lady, How you doe fire my bloud! Well, you must goe? The thoughts be best, are least set forth to shew. When will you take some physick, lady? When I shall, EVDEMVS: But let DRVSVS drug Be first prepar'd. Were LYGDVS made, that's done; I haue it readie. And to morrow-morning, I'le send you a perfume, first to resolue, And procure sweat, and then prepare a bath To clense, and cleere the cutis; against when, I'le haue an excellent new fucus made, Resistiue 'gainst the sunne, the raine, or wind, Which you shall lay on with a breath, or oyle, As you best like, and last some fourteene houres. This change came timely, lady, for your health; And the restoring your complexion, Which DRVSVS choller had almost burnt vp: Wherein your fortune hath prescrib'd you better Then arte could doe. Thankes, good physitian, I'le vse my fortune (you shall see) with reuerence. Is my coach ready? It attends your highnesse. IF this be not reuenge, when I haue done And made it perfect, let Aegyptian slaues, Parthians, and bare-foot Hebrewes brand my face, And print my body full of iniuries. Thou lost thy selfe, childe DRVSVS, when thou thought'st Thou could'st out-skip my vengeance: or out-stand The power I had to crush thee into ayre. Thy follyes now shall taste what kinde of man They haue prouok'd, and this thy fathers house Cracke in the flame of my incensed rage, Whose fury shall admit no shame, or meane. Adultery? it is the lightest ill, I will commit. A race of wicked acts Shall flow out of my anger, and o're-spread The worlds wide face, which no posterity Shall e're approoue, nor yet keepe silent: Things, That for their cunning, close, and cruell marke, Thy father would wish his; and shall (perhaps) Carry the empty name, but we the prize. On then, my soule, and start not in thy course; Though heau'n drop sulphure, and hell belch out fire, Laugh at the idle terrors: Tell proud IOVE, Betweene his power, and thine, there is no oddes. 'Twas onely feare, first, in the world made gods.