Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.79 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Excellent! ha' you heard better language, sir? Well, let 'em go. And gentlemen, honourable gentlemen, know, that for this time, our bank, being thus removed from the clamours of the canaglia, shall be the scene of pleasure and delight: For, I have nothing to sell, little, or nothing to sell. I told you, sir, his end. You did so, sir. I protest, I, and my six servants, are not able to make of this precious liquour, so fast, as it is fetched away from my lodging, by gentlemen of your city; strangers of the terra-ferma; worshipful merchants; ay, and senators too: who, ever since my arrival, have detained me to their uses, by their splendidous liberalities. And worthily. For, what avails your rich man to have his magazines stuffed with moscadelli, or of the purest grape, when his physicians prescribe him (on pain of death) to drink nothing but water, cocted with aniseeds? O, health! health! the blessing of the rich! the riches of the poor! who can buy thee at too dear a rate, since there is no enjoying this world, without thee? Be not then so sparing of your purses, honourable gentlemen, as to abridge the natural course of life— You see his end? ay, is't not good? For, when a humid flux, or catarrh, by the mutability of air, falls from your head, into an arm, or shoulder, or any other part; take you a ducat, or your chequeen of gold, and apply to the place affected: see, what good effect it can work. No, no, 'tis this blessed unguento, this rare extraction, that hath only power to disperse all malignant humours, that proceed, either of hot, cold, moist, or windy causes— I would he had put in dry to. Pray you, observe. To fortify the most indigest, and crude stomach, ay, were it of one, that (through extreme weakness) vomited blood, applying only a warm napkin to the place, after the unction, and fricace; for the vertigine, in the head, putting but a drop into your nostrils, likewise, behind the ears; a most sovereign, and approved remedy: the mal-caduco, cramps, convulsions, paralysies, epilepsies, tremor-cordia, retired-nerves, ill vapours of the spleen, stoppings of the liver, the stone, the strangury, hernia ventosa, iliaca passio; stops a disenteria, immediately; easeth the torsion of the small guts; and cures melancolia hypocondriaca, being taken and applied, according to my printed receipt. For, this is the physician, this the medicine; this counsels, this cures; this gives the direction, this works the effect: and (in sum) both together may be termed an abstract of the theoric, and practic in the Aesculapian art. 'Twill cost you eight crowns. And, ZAN FRITADA, 'pray thee sing a verse, extempore, in honour of it. How do you like him, sir? Most strangely, I! Is not his language rare?
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471 words · 717 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.794 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Excellent! ha' you heard better language, sir? Well, let'hem goe. And gentlemen, honorable gentlemen, know, that for this time, our banke, being thus remou'd from the clamours of the canaglia, shall be the scene of pleasure and delight: For, I haue nothing to sell, little, or nothing to sell. I told you, sir, his end. You did so, sir. I protest, I, and my sixe seruants, are not able to make of this precious liquor, so fast, as it is fetch'd away from my lodging, by gentlemen of your city; strangers of the terra-ferma; worshipfull merchants; I, and senators too: who, euer since my arriuall, haue detayned me to their vses, by their splendidous liberalities. And worthily. For, what auailes your rich man to haue his magazines stuft with moscadelli, or of the purest grape, when his physitians prescribe him (on paine of death) to drinke nothing but water, cocted with anise-seeds? O, health! health! the blessing of the rich! the riches of the poore! who can buy thee at too deare a rate, since there is no enioying this world, without thee? Be not then so sparing of your purses, honorable gentlemen, as to abridge the naturall course of life— You see his end? I, is't not good? For, when a humide fluxe, or catarrhe, by the mutability of aire, falls from your head, into an arme, or shoulder, or any other part; take you a duckat, or your cecchine of gold, and apply to the place affected: see, what good effect it can worke. No, no, 'tis this blessed vnguento, this rare extraction, that hath only power to disperse all malignant humours, that proceed, either of hot, cold, moist, or windy causes— I would he had put in drie to. 'Pray you, obserue. To fortifie the most indigest, and crude stomack, I, were it of one, that (through extreme weakenesse) vomited bloud, applying only a warme napkin to the place, after the vnction, and fricace; for the vertigine, in the head, putting but a drop into your nostrills, likewise, behind the eares; a most soueraigne, and approued remedie: the mal-caduco, crampes, conuulsions, paralysies, epilepsies, tremor-cordia, retyred-nerues, ill vapours of the spleene, stoppings of the liuer, the stone, the strangury, hernia ventosa, iliaca passio; stops a disenteria, immediately; easeth the torsion of the small guts; and cures melancolia hypocondriaca, being taken and applyed, according to my printed receipt. For, this is the physitian, this the medicine; this counsells, this cures; this giues the direction, this workes the effect: and (in summe) both together may bee term'd an abstract of the theorick, and practick in the Aesculapian arte. 'Twill cost you eight crownes. And, ZAN FRITADA, 'pray thee sing a verse, extempore, in honour of it. How doe you like him, sir? Most strangely, I! Is not his language rare?