Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Do not I know these tricks, That which thou makest a colour for thy sin, Hath been thy first undoing? painting, painting. I have of all sorts forsooth? Here is the burned powder of a hog's jaw-bone, to be laid with the Oil of white Poppy, an excellent Fucus to kill Morphew, weed out Freckles, and a most excellent groundwork for painting; Here is Ginimony likewise burnt, and pulverised, to be mingled with the juice of lemons, sublimate Mercury, and two spoonfuls of the flowers of Brimstone, a most excellent receipt to cure the flushing in the face. Do you hear, if you have any business to dispatch with that deaf goodness there, pray you take leave: opportunity, that which most of you long for (though you never be with Child) opportunity? I'll find some idle business in the mean time, I will, I will in truth, you shall not need fear me, or you may speak French, most of your kinds can understand French: god buy you. Being certain thou art false: sleep, sleep my brain, for doubt was only that, which fed my pain. You see what a hell I live in, I am resolved to leave him. O the most fortunate Gentlewoman, that will be so wise, and so, so provident, the Caroche shall come. At what hour? just when women & vintners are a conjuring at midnight. O the entertainment my Lord will make you, sweet Wines, lusty diet, perfumed linen, soft beds, O most fortunate Gentlewoman. Have you done? have you dispatch? 'tis well, and in troth what was the motion? Motion, what motion? Motion, why like the motion in law, that stays for a day of hearing, yours for a night of hearing. Come let's not have April in your eyes I pray you, it shows a wanton month follows your weeping? Love a woman for her tears? Let a man love Oysters for their water, for women though they should weep liquor enough to serve a Dyer, or a Brewer, yet they may be as stale as Wenches, that travail every second tide between graves end, and Billingsgate. This madness shows very well. Why look you, I am wondrous merry, can any man discern by my face, that I am a Cuckold? I have known many suspected for men of this misfortune; when they have walked thorough the streets, wear their hats o'er their eyebrows, like politic penthouses, which commonly make the shop of a Mercer, or a Linen Draper, as dark as a room in Bedlam. His cloak shrouding his face, as if he were a Neopolitan that had lost his beard in April, and if he walk through the street, or any other narrow read (as 'tis rate to meet a Cuckold) he ducks at the penthouses, like an Ancient that dares not flourish at the oath taking of the Praetor, for fear of the signposts? Wife, wife, do I any of these? Come what news from his Lordship? has not his Lordship's virtue once gone against the hair, and coveted corners.
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Do not I know these tricks, That which thou makest a colour for thy sinne, Hath beene thy first vndoing? painting, painting. I haue of all sorts forsooth? Heere is the burned powder of a Hogs Iaw-bone, to be laide with the Oyle of white Poppy, an excellen cus to kill Morphew, weede out Freckles, and a most excellent ground-worke for painting; Heere is Ginimoy likewise burnt, and puluerized, to be mingled with the iuyce of Lymmons, sublimate Mercury, and two spoonefuls of the flowers of Brimstone, a most excellent receite to cure the flushing in the face. Doe you heare, if you haue any businesse to dispatch with that deafe goodnesse there, pray you take leaue: opportunity, that which most of you long for (though you neuer bee with Child) opportunity? Ile find some idle businesse in the mean time, I wil, I will in truth, you shall not neede feare me, or you may speake French, most of your kinds can vnderstand French: god buy you. Being certaine thou art false: sleepe, sleepe my braine, for doubt was onely that, which fed my paine. You see what a hel I liue in, I am resolu'd to leaue him. O the most fortunat Gentlewoman, that will be so wise, and so, so prouident, the Caroche shall come. At what houre? Iust when women & vintners are a cuniring at midnight. O the entertainment my Lord will make you, sweet Wines, lusty dyet, perfumed linnen, soft beds, O most fortunat Gentlewoman. Haue you done? haue you dispatch? tis well, and in troth what was the motion? Motion, what motion? Motion, why like the motion in law, that staies for a day of hearing, yours for a night of hearing. Come lets not haue April in your eyes I pray you, it shewes a wanton month followes your weeping? Loue a woman for her teaes? Let a man loue Oistrs for their water, for women though they shoulde weepe cour enough to serue a Dyer, or a Brewer, yet they may bee as stale as Wenches, that trauaile euery second tyde betweene Graues ende, and Billingsgae. This madnesse shewes very well. Why looke you, I am wonderous merry, can any man discerne by my face, that I am a Cuckold? I haue known many suspected for men of this misfortune; when they haue walkt thorow the streetes, weare their hats ore their eye-browes, like pollitick penhouses, which commonly make the shop of a Mercer, or a Linnen Draper, as dark as a roome in Bedlam. His cloak shrouding his face, as if he were a Neopolitan that had lost his beard in Aprill, and if he wa'k through the street, or any other narrow read (as tis rate to meete a Cuckold) hee duckes at the penthouses, like an Antient that dares not flourish at the oath taking of the Pretor, for feare of the signe-posts? Wife, wife, do I any of these? Come what newes from his Lordship? has not his Lordships vertue once gone against the haire, and coueted corners.