Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
'Sfoot, worse than I was before I kneeled, I am no justice now, I know I shall be some Innkeeper at last. My father! 'tis mine own father. I should have wondered else, lust being so like. Her birth was kin to mine, she may prove modest, for my sake I beseech you pardon her. For thy sake I'll do more, Fidelio hand her, My favours on you both, next all that wealth Which was committed to that perjured's trust. I'm a beggar now, worse than an Innkeeper. Your Mittimus shall not serve, I'll set myself free with a Deliberandum, with a Deliberandum, mark you: What's he? a guard! Under your sufferance, worthy Father, His harm is to himself, One that has loved vexation so much, He cannot now be rid on't, Has been so long in suits that he's Law-mad. A judgement, I crave a judgement, yea! Nunc pro tunc, Corruption alicuius, I peeped me a Raven in the face, and I thought it had been my Solister: oh the pens prick me. And here comes he (wonder for temperance:) Will take the cure upon him. A blessing to this fair assembly. Away, I'll have none on't, give me an Audita querela, or a Testificandum, or a dispatch in twelve Terms, there's a blessing, there's a blessing. You see the unbounded rage of his disease, 'tis the foul fiend my Lord has got within him the rest are fair to this, this breeds in Ink, And to that colour turns the blood possessed, For instance, now your grace shall see him dressed. Ah hah I rejoice than he's puzzled, & muzzled too Is't come to a Soepe corpus? Ah, good sir, this is for want of patience. That's a fool. She never saw the Dogs and the bears fight, A Country thing. This is for lack of grace, I've other business, not so much idle time. You never say your prayers. I'm, advised by my learned counsel, The power of my charm come o'er thee, Place by degrees thy wits before thee, With silk en patience here I bind thee, Not to move till I unwind thee. Yea! is my cause so muddy? do I stick, do I stick (fast? Advocate here's my hand, pull, art made of flint? Wilt not help out?— alas there's nothing in't. Oh do you sluice the vain now? Yes my honoured Lord. Pray let me see the issue. I therefore seek to keep it,— now burst out Thou filthy stream of trouble, spite and doubt. Oh an extent, a Proclamation, a Summons, a recognizance, a Tachment. and Injunction, a Writ, a Seizure, a Writ of praisement, an Absolution, a Quietus est. You're quieter I hope by so much Dregs. Behold my Lord: This, why it out frowns Ink: 'tis the disease's Nature, the Fiend's drink. Oh sick, sick, signor Ply-fee, sick: lend me thy Nightcap, oh!
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S'foot, worſe then I was before I kneeld, I am no Iuſtice now, I know I ſhall be ſome Inne-keeper at laſt. My father! tis mine owne father. I ſhould haue wondred elſe, luſt being ſo like. Her birth was kin to mine, ſhe may proue modeſt, for my ſake I beſeech you pardon her. For thy ſake Ile doe more, Fidelio hand her, My fauours on you both, next all that wealth Which was committed to that Periur'ds truſt. I'me a begger now, worſe then an Inne-keeper. Your Mittimus ſhall not ſerue, Ile ſet my ſelfe free with a Deliberandum, with a Deliberandum, marke you: What's he? a guard! Vnder your ſufferance, worthy Father, His harme is to himſelfe, One that ha's lou'd vexation ſo much, He cannot now be rid on't, Has beene ſo long in ſuits that hee's Law-mad. A iudgement, I craue a iudgement, yea! Nunc pro tunc, Corruptione alicuius, I peept me a Rauen in the face, and I thought it had beene my Soliſter: oh the pens pricke me. And here comes he (wonder for temperance:) Will take the cure vpon him. A bleſſing to this faire aſſembly. Awa, yile haue none ont, giue me an Audita querela, or a Teſtificandum, or a diſpatch in twelue Tearms, there's a bleſſing, there's a bleſſing. You ſee the vnbounded rage of his diſeaſe, Tis the foule fiend my Lord ha's got within him the reſt are faire to this, this breeds in Inke, And to that colour turnes the blood poſſeſt, For inſtance, now your grace ſhall ſee him dreſt. Ah hah I reioice then hee's puzled▪ & muzled too Iſt come to a Soepe corpus? Ah, good ſir, this is for want of patience. That's a foole. She neuer ſaw the Dogs and the Beares fight, A Countrey thing. This is for lacke of grace, I'ue other buſineſſe, not ſo much idle time. You neuer ſay your prayers. I'me, aduizde by my learned counſel, The power of my charme come o're thee, Place by degrees thy wits before thee, With ſilk en patience here I binde thee, Not to moue till I vnwinde thee. Yea! is my cauſe ſo muddy? do I ſticke, do I ſticke (faſt? Aduocate heer's my hand, pull, art made of flint? Wilt not helpe out?—alas there's nothing in't. Oh doe you ſluce the Veyne now? Yes my honoured Lord. Pray let me ſee the iſſue. I therefore ſeeke to keepe it,—now burſt out Thou filthy ſtreame of trouble, ſpite and doubt. Oh an extent, a Proclamation, a Summons, a Recogniſance, a Tachment. and Iniunction, a Writ, a Seyſure, a Writ of praeiſement, an Abſolution, a Quietus eſt. You'r quieter I hope by ſo much Dreggs. Beholde my Lord: This, why it out frownes Inke: Tis the diſeaſes Nature, the Fiends drinke. Oh ſicke, ſick, Signior Ply-fee, ſicke: lend me thy Nightcap, oh!