Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Why, what ails my nose? Nay, be not angry, I do not touch thy nose, to th'end a should take any thing in snuff. Why d'ye play so about my nose? 'tis a good turn he's no Fly signeur: if a were, a would burn his wings. O signeur, these Gentlewomen have not long used your company, yet you see how Tobacco hath already refined their spirits. Faith Lady, would you bestow but one favour of me. Truly signeur if you should have as much favour as you have complexion, you would be highly favoured. Dear Lady, now by this day I love you. Cheap signeur, now by the light of this day, I cannot love you. Now Lady, what drugs of wit has this Apothecary of Tobacco sold you? Faith a sold me none sir, only a gave me a taste of his good meaning. Faith Lady I must inquire your name. I pray do sir, yond Gentlewoman knows it. O, I know tit well enough. Why do you inquire it then? Come, come, Lady can you love? I. And can you love me? No. Every fool can say, ay, and no, And I always answer every fool so. Doye think I want wit? If you do, 'tis a shame you do not learn it. Will you teach me? I'll come to you to school. 'tis not my profession sir, to teach a fool. Look, look, this fellow is like your upright shoe, he will serve either foot. Good Lady, have a better regard of me, do but think me made of the same metal other men are. If others were of the same metal you are, and all mine, I should quickly sell them to the bell-makers. Why, what metal do you think me? Copper sir, copper, for I take your body to be of the same metal your nose is. Dear Lady, now by this day I love you. Why, how now signeur, what says the Lady will she love thee man? Faith I can get but a cold comfort of her: Well thank her for't: For what? Why, for her cold comfort, she gave it thee to cool the heat of thy nose man? signior, you see these Gentlewomen have not long used your company; yet you see how Tobacco hath already refined their spirits: Why, how now signeur? at blindman-buff? bobbed on either side? prithee peace: dear Lady, please you take a pipe of Tobacco? ay, come: I'll begin to her (tab) why, what a rogue art thou to offer a fair Lady an empty pipe? Why signeur? do you make a fool of me? Had you nobody signeur to have bobbed with an empty Pipe but her? Why how now signeur, could you find never a fitter block to whet your wit on, but my sister?
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Why, what ayles my nose? Nay, be not angrie, I do not touch thy nose, to th'end a should take any thing in snuffe. Why doy' play so about my nose? T'is a good turne hees no Flie signeur: if a were, a would burne his wings. O signeur, these Gentlewomen haue not long vsed your companie, yet you see how Tobacco hath alreadie refined their spirits. Fayth Ladie, would you bestowe but one fauour of me. Truly signeur if you should haue as much fauour as you haue complexion, you would bee highly fauoured. Deare Ladie, now by this day I loue you. Cheape signeur, nowe by the light of this day, I cannot loue you. Now Ladie, what drugs of wit has this Apothecarie of Tobacco sold you? Faith a solde me none sir, onely a gaue me a taste of his good meaning. Faith Ladie I must enquire your name. I pra'y doe sir, yond Gentlewoman knowes it. O, I know tit well inough. Why doe you enquire it then? Come, come, Ladie can you loue? I. And can you loue me? No. Euerie foole can say, I, and no, And I alwayes answere euerie foole so. Doy' thinke I want wit? If you do, t'is a shame you doe not learne it. Will you teach me? Ile come to you to schoole. T'is not my profession sir, to teach a foole. Looke, looke, this fellow is like your vpright shoo, he will serue either foote. Good Ladie, haue a better regarde of mee, doe but thinke me made of the same mettall other men are. If others were of the same mettall you are, and all mine, I should quickelie sell them to the Bel-makers. Why, what mettall doe you thinke me? Copper sir, copper, for I take your bodie to be of the same mettall your nose is. Deare Ladie, now by this day I loue you. Why, how now signeur, what sayes the Ladie will she loue thee man? Faith I can get but a colde comfort of her: Well thanke her for't: For what? Why, for her cold comfort, shee gaue it thee to coole the heate of thy nose man? Signeur, you see these Gentlewomen haue not long vsed your companie; yet you see how Tobacco hath alreadie refined their spirits: Why, how now signeur? at blind-man-buffe? bob'd on either side? Prethe peace: deare Ladie, please you take a pipe of Tobacco? I, come: Ile beginne to her (tab) why, what a rogue art thou to offer a faire Ladie an emptie pipe? Why signeur? do you make a foole of me? Had you no body signeur to haue bob'd with an emptie Pipe but her? Why howe now signeur, could you finde neuer a fitter block to whet your wit on, but my sister?