The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 18 of 41
Daniel, Samuel · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [Aug 30] (Annals) pastoral · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.74 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
'tis true friend Alcon, he that hath once goat Th'Elixir of opinion hath got all, And he's th'man that turns his brass to gold. Then can I talk of Galen, Aucrois, Hippocrates, Rasis, and Avicen And books I never read, and use strange speech Of Symptoms, Crisis, and the critic days, Of Trochiscs, Opiates, apophilegmatisms, Eclegmats, Embrochs, Lixives, cataplasms, With all the hideous terms, Art can devise, T'amuse weak, and admiring ignorance And that is right my trick, I overwhelm My practice too, with darkness, and strange words, With Paragraphs, Condictions, codicils, Acceptilations, Actions rescissory, Noxall, and Hypothetical, and involve Domestic matter in a foreign phrase. Then am I as abstruse and mystical In Character, and giving my receipt Observing still th'odd number in my pills, And certain hours to gather and compound My simples, and make all t'attend the Moon. Then do I show what rare ingredients I use for some great cures, when need requires, The liver of a Wolf, the lion's gall, The left side of a Mole, the fox's heart, The right foot of a Tortoise, dragon's blood, And such strange savage stuff, as even the names Are physic of themselves, to move a man. And all the drugs I use, must come from far, Beyond the Ocean, and the Sun at least, Or else it hath no virtue Physical, These homebred simples do no good at all. No, no, it must be foreign stuff, God wot, Or something else, that is not to be got. But now in faith I have found out a trick, That will perpetually so feed their rheums, And entertain their idle weaknesses, As nothing in the world could do the like, For lately being at Corinth, 'twas my chance T'encounter with a Seaman, new arrived Of Alexandria, who from India came, And brought a certain herb wrapped up in rolls, From th' Island of Nicosia, where it grows: Infused I think in some pestiferous juice, (Produced in that contagious burning clime, Contrarious to our nature, and our spirits) Or else sleeped in the fuming sap, itself Doth yield, t'enforce th'infecting power thereof, And this in powder made, and fired, he sucks Out of a little hollow instrument Of calcinated clay, the smoke thereof: Which either he conveys out of his nose, Or down into his stomach with a whiff. And this he said a wondrous virtue had, To purge the head, and cure the great Catarrh, And to dry up all other meaner rheums, Which when I saw, I straight way thought how well This new fantastical device would please The foolish people here grown humorous. And up I took all this commodity, And here have taught them how to use the same. And it is easy to bring in the use Of any thing, though never so absurd, When nations are prepared to all abuse, And th'humour of corruption once is stirred.
nodes 1057–1122 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 41 in this edition
Length
483 words · 683 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.744 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
T'is true friend Alcon, he that hath once gote Th'Elixir of opinion hath got all, And h'is th'man that turnes his brasse to gold. Then can I talke of Gallen, Aucrois, Hippocrates, Rasis, and Auicen And bookes I neuer read, and vse strange speach Of Symptoms, Crisis, and the Critique dayes, Of Trochiscs, Opiats, Apophilegmatismes, Eclegmats, Embrochs, Lixiues, Cataplasmes, With all the hideous termes, Arte can deuise, T'amuse weake, and admiring ignorance And that is right my trick, I ouer-whelme My practise too, with darknesse, and strange words, With Paragraphs, Condictions, Codicille, Acceptilations, Actions rescissorie, Noxall, and Hypothecall, and inuolue Domestick matter in a forraine phrase. Then am I as abstruse and mysticall In Caracter, and giuing my receipt Obseruing still th'odd number in my pills, And certaine houres to gather and compound My simples, and make all t'attend the Moone. Then do I shew what rare ingredients I vse for some great cures, when need requires, The liuer of a Wolfe, the Lions gall, The leaft side of a Mole, the Foxes heart, The right foote of a Tortuse, Dragons bloud, And such strange sauage stuffe, as euen the names Are phisick of them selues, to moue a man. And all the drugs I vse, must come from farre, Beyond the Ocean, and the Sunne at least, Or else it hath no vertue Phisicall, These home-bred simples do no good at all. No, no, it must be forraine stuffe, God wot, Or something else, that is not to be got. But now in faith I haue found out a trick, That will perpetually so feed their rheumes, And intertaine their idle weaknesses, As nothing in the world could do the like, For lately being at Corinth, 'twas my chance T'incounter with a Sea-man, new ariu'd Of Alexandria, who from India came, And brought a certaine hearbe wrapt vp in rowles, From th'l sand of Nicosia, where it growes: Infus'd I thinke in some pestiferous iuyce, (Produc'd in that contagious burning clime, Contrarious to our nature, and our spirits) Or else sleep'd in the fuming sap, it selfe Doth yeeld, t'inforce th'infecting power thereof, And this in powder made, and fir'd, he suckes Out of a little hollow instrument Of calcinated clay, the smoake thereof: Which either he conuayes out of his nose, Or downe into his stomack with a whiffe. And this he said a wondrous vertue had, To puge the head, and cure the great Catae, And to drie vp all other meaner rheumes, Which when I saw, I streight way thought how well This new fantasticall deuise would please The foolish people here growne humetos. And vp I tooke all this commoditie, And here haue taught them how to vse the same. And it is easie to bring in the vse Of any thing, though neuer so absurd, When nations are prepar'd to all abuse, And th'humour of corruption once is stird.