The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 19 of 41
Daniel, Samuel · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [Aug 30] (Annals) pastoral · before the Court T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.79 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
'tis true, and now to see with what a strange And gluttonous desire, th'exhaust the same How infinite, and how insatiably, They do devour th'intoxicating fume, You would admire, as if their spirits thereby Were taken, and enchanted, or transformed, By some infused philtre in the drug. For whereas heretofore they wonted were At all their meetings, and their festivals, To pass the time in telling witty tales, In questions, riddles, and in purposes, Now do they nothing else, but sit and suck, And spit and slaver, all the time they sit. That I go by, and laugh unto myself, And think that this will one day make some work For me or others, but I fear it will B'another age will find the hurt of this. But sure the time's to come, when they look back On this, will wonder with themselves to think That men of sense could ever be so mad, To suck so gross a vapour, that consumes Their spirits, spends nature, dries up memory, Corrupts the blood, and in a vanity. But Alcon peace, here comes a patient, peace. Lintus there doth indeed, therefore away. Leave me alone, for I must now resume My surly, grave, and Doctoral aspect. This wench I know, 'tis Daphne who hath wronged Her love Menalcas, and played fast and lose With Colax, who revealed the whole to me. Good Doctor Alcon, I am come to crave Your counsel, to advise me for my health, For I suppose, in troth, I am not well, methinks I should be sick, yet cannot tell: Some thing there is amiss that troubles me, For which I would take Physic willingly. Welcome, fair nymph, come let me try your pulse. I cannot blame you, t'hold yourself not well. Some thing amiss quoth you, here's all amiss, Th'whole Fabric of yourself distempered is, The Systole, and diastole of your pulse, Do show your passions most historical, It seems you have not very careful been, T'observe the prophylactic regiment Of your own body, so that we must now Descend unto the Therapeutical; That so we may prevent the syndrome Of Symptoms, and may afterwards apply Some analeptical Elexipharmacum, That may be proper for your malady: It seems fair Nymph you dream much in the night. Doctor, I do indeed. I know you do, You're troubled much with thought. I am indeed. I know you are. You have great heaviness about your heart. Now truly so I have. I know you have. You wake oft in the night. In troth I do. All this I know you do. And this unless by physic you prevent, Think whereto it may bring you in the end. And therefore you must first evacuate All those colaxical hot humour which Disturb your heart, and then refrigerate Your blood by some Menalchian Cordials, Which you must take, and you shall straight find ease, And in the morning I will visit you.
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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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Tis true, and now to see with what a strange And gluttenous desire, th'exhaust the same How infinite, and how inatiably, They doe deuoure th'intoxicating fume, You would admire, as if their spirits thereby Were taken, and inchanted, or transformd, By some infused philter in the drug. For whereas heretofore they wonted were At all thei meetings, and their eastiualls, To passe the time in elling wittie tales, In questions, riddles, and in purposes, Now do they nothing else, but sit and suck, And spit and slaer, all the time they sit. That I go by, and laugh vnto my selfe, And thinke that this will one day make some worke For me or others, but I feare it will B'another age will finde the hurt of this. But sure the time's to come, when they looke back On this, will wonder with themselues to thinke That men of sense could euer be so mad, To suck so grosse a vapour, that consumes Their spirits, spends nature, dries vp memorie, Corrupts the bloud, and in a vanitie. But Alcon peace, here comes a patien, peace. Lintus there doth indeed, therefore away. Leaue me alone, for I must now resume My surly, graue, and Doctorall aspect. This wench I know, tis Duphne who hath wrongd Her loue Menalcas, and plaid fast and loose With Colax, who reueald the whole to me. Good Doctor Alcon, I am come to craue Your counsaile, to aduise me for my health, For I suppose, in roth, I am not well, Me thinkes I should be sick, yet cannot tell: Some thing there is amisse that troubles me, For which I would take Phisicke willingly. Welcome, faire nimph, come let me try your pulse. I cannot blame you, hold your selfe not well. Some thing amisse quoth you, here's all amisse, Th'whole Fabrick of your selfe distempred is, The Systole, and Dyastole of your pulse, Do shew your passions most hystoricall, It seemes you haue not very carefull bene, T'obserue the prophilactick regiment Of your owne body, so that we must now Descend vnto the Theraphentical; That so we may preuent the syndrome Of Symtomes, and may afterwards apply Some analepticall Elexipharmacum, That may be proper for your maladie: It seemes faie Nimph you dreame much in the night. Doctor, I do indeed. I know you doe, Y'are troubled much with thought. I am indeed. I know you are. You haue great heauinesse about your heart. Now truly so I haue. I know you haue. You wake oft in the night. In troth I do. All this I know you doe. And this vnlesse by phisicke you preuent, Thinke whereto it may bring you in the end. And therefore you must first euacuae All those Colaxicall hote humour which Disturbe your heart, and then refrigerate Your bloud by some Menalchian Cordials, Which you must take, and you shall streight finde ease, And in the morning I will visit you.