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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
How? a Spirit? I hope Spirits have no flesh and blood, & I am sure thou hast drawn blood out of my flesh with the spirit of thy whip. Then shall we prove to be honest Gulls, and the Doctor an errant knave. A plague upon him for a Glister. he has given our loves a suppositar with a Recombentibus— I'll tell thee sirrah. Tell not me, let me prevent thee, the wind shall not take the breath of our gross abuse, we feel the gullery: Therefore let us swear by our naked truths, & by the hilts of these our blades, our flesh-tamers, to be revenged upon that Paraperopandentical Doctor, that pocky Doctor. Agreed, we'll Cuckold him, that he shall not be able to put his head in at's doors, and make his precise puritanical, & peculiar Punk his Pothecaries drug there, a known Cockatrice to the world. if report catch this knavery, we have lost our reputations for ever, Wherefore let's be secret; Ill tax we women of Credulity, When men are gulled with such gross foppery. Come let us in, and cover both our shames? This Conjuration to the world's a novelty, Gallants turned Spirits and whipped for Lechery. Gerardine come forth Maria calls? Those Ribs shall not enfolded thy buxom Limbs One minute longer the cincture of mine arms Shall more securely keep thy soul from harms. What heavenly breath of Phitonessaes power (That raised the dead corpses of her friend to life) Prevails no less on me, for even this urn (The figure of my sadder Requiem) Gives up my bones, my love, my life, and all To her, that gives me freedom in my thrall. Be brief sweet friend, salute and part in one, For niggard time now threats with imminent danger Our late joyed scope: Thy earnest then of love Ere Sol have compassed half the signs I fear Will show a blushing fault, but 'twas thy plot, thine aim, T'enforce consent in him that bars thy claim. Love salves that fault, let time our guilt reveal, I'll near deny my Deed, my hand, and Seal. The Elements shall lose their ancient force; Water and earth suppress the fire and Air, Nature in all use, a preposterous course, Each kind forget his likeness to repair, Before i'll falsify my faith to thee. The humorous bodies elemental kind, Shall sooner lose th' innated heat of love, The Soul in nature's bounds shallbe confined, heavens course shall retrograde, & leave to move Ere I surcease to cherish mutual fire, With thoughts refined in flames of true desire. These words are odours in the sacred shrine Of Loves best deity: the marriage God Longs to perform these ceremonious rites, Which terminate our hopes; till mine grow full I'll use that intercourse amongst my friends, That erst I did: then in the height of joy, I'll come to challenge interest in my boy. Till then farewell.
nodes 587–635 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 40 in this edition
Length
489 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.779 (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)
How? a Spirit? I hope Spirits haue no fleſh and bloud, & I am ſure thou haſt drawn bloud out of my fleſh with the ſpirit of thy whip. Then ſhall we proue to be honeſt Gulls, and the Doctour an errant knaue. A plague vpon him for a Gliſter▪ he has giuen our loues a ſuppoſitar with a Recombentibus—Ile tell thee ſirra. Tell not me, let me preuent thee, the winde ſhall not take the breath of our groſſe abuſe, we feele the gullery: Therfore let vs ſweare by our naked truths, & by the hilts of theſe our blades, our fleſh-tamers, to be reueng'd vpon that Paraperopandenticall Doctor, that pocky Doctor. Agreed, wee'l Cuckold him, that hee ſhall not be able to put his head in at's dores, and make his preciſe puritanicall, & peculiar Punke his Pothicaries drug there, a knowne Cockatrice to the world. Jf report catch this knauery, we haue loſt our reputations for euer, Wherefore lets be ſecret; Ill tax we weomen of Credulity, VVhen men are gulld with ſuch groſſe foppery. Come let vs in, and couer both our ſhames? This Coniuration to the world's a nouelty, Gallants turnd Spirits and whipt for Lechery. Gerardine come forth Maria calls? Thoſe Ribs ſhall not infoulde thy buxom Limbs One minute longer the cincture of myne armes Shall more ſecurely keepe thy ſoule from harmes. VVhat heauenly breath of Phitoneſſaes powre (That rayſd the dead corpes of her friend to life) Preuayles no leſſe on me, for euen this vrne (The figure of my ſadder Requiem) Giues vp my bones, my loue, my life, and all To her, that giues me freedome in my thrall. Be briefe ſweet friend, ſalute and part in one, For niggard time now threats with imminent danger Our late ioyd ſcope: Thy earneſt then of loue Ere Sol haue compaſt halfe the ſignes I feare VVill ſhew a bluſhing fault, but t'was thy plot, thyne ayme, T'inforce conſent in him that bars thy claime. Loue ſalues that fault, let time our guilt reueale, Ile neare deny my Deed, my hand, and Seale. The Elements ſhall looſe their auncient force; VVater and earth ſuppreſſe the fire and Ayre, Nature in all vſe, a prepoſterous courſe, Each kind forget his likenes to repaire, Before ile falſifie my faith to thee. The humorous bodies elementall kind, Shall ſooner loſe th' innated heate of loue, The Soule in natures bounds ſhalbe confind, Heauens courſe ſhall retragrade, & leaue to moue Ere I ſurceaſe to cheriſh mutuall fire, With thoughts refind in flames of true deſire. Theſe words are odours in the ſacred ſhrine Of Loues beſt deity: the mariage God Longs to performe theſe ceremonious rites, Which terminate our hopes; till mine grow full Ile vſe that entercourſe amongſt my friends, That earſt I did: then in the hight of ioy, Ile come to challenge intereſt in my boy. Till then farewell.