Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.74 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
As how? As in poison, or in a punk, for the better whore the worser woman ever. Well honest fellow, there's thy money and farewell. I thank you sir, I have sold you a poison my old elders, 'twill make any sleep indeed, and I thank God that's the worst 'twill do, well, farewell Master Apothecary. I must now like a friend entreat your shop to have a special care of itself. And shall we dine with this Honourable Lord, & Knight today? they'll take it unkindly else. signor will you go? Not I, I was not bid. That's all one, shalt be my guest. Come, a shall go, for there will be his Mistress Madam Fromaga. Nay then I know the jet of her complexion will draw the straw of his love thither. Faith I, poor signor, I see the Springle of her beauty hath already caught the Woodcock of his affections. Well, I see he that will have the commodity of good wits in his company, must endure the discommodity of jests, wit is like the heat of blood in youth 'twill break out. True signor, though it be but on a Scab, but come shall we go? I my Heroic spirits, i'll follow ye. O signor Petoune, what news? Faith ill news, the two Florentine Ladies, with Master Spark and Master Ruffell were all poisoned yesterday at a feast by your Lord Piso and the Knight, but the Ladies have recovered their health, but Spark and Ruffell are dead, and their burial is committed to Fleire: your Lord & the Knight are committed to prison, & shall tomorrow be arraigned for the murder, and tried by the Civil-law, because your Lord is a stranger, and claims to be tried by the law of nations. Faith signor I am very sorry for my Lord. I protest sir so am I for them both. Well signor i'll commit you to God. Let the whole band of Angels be sentinels to your safety sweet sir. I pray sir doth justice Ferrio dwell here? Yes sir a dwells here. Are you towards him sir? I am a poor Gentleman, whose fortunes much depend upon his favours, and indeed sir I am his clerk. I pray sir your name. My name is Mittimus sir. Good Master Mittimus I would very willingly speak with your Master. Indeed sir he's not well, but if you please to send by me the substance of your business I shall very carefully deliver it. Truly Master Mittimus my business is but this: tomorrow the Italian Lord, and Sir Iohn Have-little are to be arraigned, and your master being the chief judge of the Court, without this presence or licence, the rest can do nothing: wherefore Doctor Caius entreats to know his pleasure in this business. Sir I shall deliver your message, and will return his answer to you presently.
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Length
482 words · 627 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.740 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T3 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
As how? As in poyson, or in a punck, for the better whore the worser woman euer. Well honest fellowe, there's thy money and farwell. I thanke you sir, I haue sold you a poyson my old elders, twil make an sleep indeede, and I thank God that's the worst twill doe, well, farwell Maister Apothecarie. I must now like a friend intreate your shop to haue a special care of it selfe. And shall wee dine with this Honorable Lord, & Knight to day? Theile take it vnkindely else. Signior will you goe? Not I, I was not bid. Thats all one, shalt be my guest. Come, a shall goe, for there will bee his Mistresse Madam Fromaga. Nay then I knowe the Iet of her complexion will draw the straw of his loue thither. Faith I, poore Signior, I see the Springle of her beautie hath alreadie caught the Woodcocke of his affections. Wel, I see he that wil haue the commoditie of good wits in his companie, must indure the discommoditie of ieastes, wit is like the heate of blood in youth 'twil breake out. True Signior, though it bee but on a Scab, but come shall we goe? I my Heroique spirits, ile followe yee. O Signior Petoune, what newes? Faith ill newes, the two Florentine Ladies, with Maister Sparke and Maister Ruffell were all poysoned yesterday at a feast by your Lord Piso and the Knight, but the Ladies haue recouered their health, but Sparke and Ruffell are dead, and their burial is committed to Fleire: your Lord & the Knight are committed to prison, & shal to morrow be arraign'd for the murther, and tride by the Ciuill-lawe, because your Lord is a stranger, and claimes to be tride by the law of nations. Faith Signior I am very sorry for my Lord. I protest sir so am I for them both. Well Signior ile commit you to God. Let the whole band of Angels be centinells to your safetie sweet sir. I pray sir doth Iustice Ferrio dwell heere? Yes sir a dwells heere. Are you towards him sir? I am a poore Gentleman, whose fortunes much depend vpon his fauours, and indeede sir I am his Clarke. I pray sir your name. My name is Mittimus sir. Good Maister Mittimus I would very willinglie speake with your Maister. Indeede sir hee's not well, but if you please to send by me the substance of your busines I shall very carefullie deliuer it. Truely Maister Mittimus my businesse is but this: to morrow the Italian Lord, and Sir Iohn Haue-little are to be araign'd, and your maister beeing the chiefe Iudge of the Court, without this presence or licence, the rest can do nothing: wherefore Doctor Caius intreates to know his pleasure in this businesse. Sir I shall deliuer your message, and will returne his answere to you presently.