Barry, Lording · published 1608 · first performed or written 1603 [c.1603-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.78 · 446 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
She is not so sweet as a pothecary's shop is she? A plague on you, ha' you so good a sent? for my life he's my Rival. Her Name begins with mistress Purge does it not? True, the only comet of the City. ay, if she would let her Ruffs stream out a little wider; but I am sure she is ominous to me, she makes civil wars and insurrections in the state of my stomach: I had thought to have bound myself from love, but her purging comfits makes me lose bodied still. What has she ministered to thee then? Faith some Lectuary or so. I, I fear she takes too much of that Lectuary to stoop to love, it keeps her body soluble from sin, she is not troubled with carnal crudities, nor the binding of the flesh. Thou hast sounded her then belike. Not I: I am too shallow to sound her, she's out of my Element, if I show passion, and discourse of love to her, she tells me I am wide from the right scope, she says she has another Object, and aims at a better Love than mine. O that's her husband. No, no, she speaks pure devotion, she's impenetrable, no gold, or Oratory, no virtue in herbs, nor no physic will make her love. More is the pity I say, that fair women should prove Saints, before Age had made them crooked: 'tis my luck to be crossed still, but I must not give over the chase. Come hither boy while I think on't. Faith friend Lipsalve I perceive you would fain play with my love, a pure creature 'tis, for whom I have sought every Angle of my brain: but either she scorns Courtiers (as most of them do, because, they are given to boast of their doings) or else she's exceeding straight laced: therefore to prevent this smell smock, I'll to my friend Doctor Glister, (a man exquisite in th' Art magic) who hath told me of many rare experiments available in this case: Farewell friend Lypsalue. Adieu honest Gregorio, frequent my lodging, I have a Viol de gamba and good Tobacco: Thou wilt do this feat boy? Else knock my head and my pate together, Away then bid him bring his measure with him: Gerardine is travelled, and I must needs be cast into his mould: my flesh grows proud; and Maria's a sweet wench, &c. But yet I must not let fall my suit with mistress Purge, lest (Cede vacanti) my friend gudgeon join issue: I'll rather to my learned Doctor for a spell, for I have a fire in my liver, burns like Hell.
nodes 223–240 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 40 in this edition
Length
446 words · 587 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.783 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
She is not ſo ſweet as a potticaries ſhop is ſhe? A plague on you, ha you ſo good a ſent? for my life hee's my Riuall. Her Name begins with miſtriſſe Purge dus it not? True, the only commet of the City. I, if ſhe would let her Ruffes ſtreame out a little wider; but J am ſure ſhe is ominous to me, ſhe makes ciuill wars and inſurrections in the ſtate of my ſtomach: J had thought to haue bound my ſelf from loue, but hir purging comfets makes me looſe body'd ſtill. What has ſhe miniſterd to thee then? Faith ſome Lectuary or ſo. J, I feare ſhe takes too much of that Lectuary to ſtoope to loue, it keeps her body ſoluble from ſinne, ſhe is not troubled with carnall crudities, nor the binding of the fleſh. Thou haſt ſounded her then belike. Not I: I am too ſhallow to ſound her, ſhee's out of my Element, if I ſhew paſſion, and diſcourſe of loue to hir, ſhee tells me I am wide from the right ſcope, ſhe ſayes ſhe has an other Obiect, and aymes at a better Loue then myne. O thats her huſband. No, no, ſhe ſpeakes pure deuotion, ſhees impenitrable, no gold, or Oratory, no vertue in hearbs, nor no phyſick will make her loue. More is the pitty I ſaye, that fayre weomen ſhould prooue Saintes, before Age had made them crooked: Tis my lucke to be croft ſtill, but I muſt not giue ouer the chaſe. Come hither boy while I thinke on't. Faith friend Lipſalue I perceiue you would faine play with my loue, a pure creature tis, for whom I haue ſought euery Angle of my braine: but either ſhe ſcornes Courtiers (as moſt of them doe, becauſe, they are giuen to boaſt of their doings) or els ſhee's exceeding ſtraight lac't: therefore to preuent this ſmell ſmock, Ile to my friend Doctor Gliſter, (a man exquiſite in th' Arte magicke) who hath toulde me of many rare experimentes auaylable in this caſe: Farewell friend Lypſalue. Adieu honeſt Gregorio, frequent my lodging, J haue a Violl de Gambo and good Tobacco: Thou wilt doe this feate boy? Elſe knocke my head and my pate together, Away then bid him bring his meaſure with him: Gerardine is trauel'd, and I muſt needs be caſt into his mould: my fleſh growes proude; and Marias a ſweet wench, &c. But yet I muſt not let fall my ſuite with miſtriſſe Purge, leaſt (Cede vacanti) my friend Gudgin ioyne iſſue: Ile rather to my learned Doctor for a ſpell, for J haue a fire in my liuer, burnes like Hell.