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 0.72 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Coughs and spits. What are you Rheumatic too with a vengeance? Yes indeed mistress, though I be but a poor man, I have a spice of the gentleman in me, Master Doctor could smell it quickly, by cause he's a gentleman himself; I must to the diet and that is Tobacco at the Alehouse, I use 'nother physic for it. Did ever such a peasant defile my floor, or breath so near me: i'fath sirrah you would be burned for your Roguery if you were well served. I am burned well enough already Mistress, look here else; surreverence in your worship, master Doctors lips are not made of better stuff. What an impudent Rogue is this: sirrah be gone I say, I would be rid o'you? Be rid o'me? I shall gallop then: you mistake me forsooth I am a footpost, I do not use to ride. I think the Rascal be humorous or drunk: well I will read the letter and send him packing, or else he will spew or do worse before me: fie on him, I think he will infect me with some filthy disease. Or else I lose mine aim. What's here Your poor nurse Thomasine Sweedlesse for my life now shall I find out my husband's knavery, I have so long suspected. She begins to nibble, 'twill take i'faith— mistress I see some discontentment in your looks, Care ill befits so delicate a spirit. Be frolic wench for he that is so near thee has been much nearer? That Accent sounds sweet music, 'tis my love. That tongue breathes life into my lifeless spirits Gerardine! o rapture, why thus disguised! No more, be mute; thus must I vary forms To bring our Cares to end her jealousy, Ensues this drift, which if it take true scope, Loves joy comes next be fearless in that hope: 'tis so: Ratsbane: I hate, it racks on it torments me here 'tis,— Woe worth the time that ever I gave suck to a Child that came in at the window god knows how villainous lecher; Yet if you did but see, how like the little red headed knave is to his Father damnable Doctor: A Bastard in the Country, and another towards here I am out of doubt, this is his work. You are an Arrant Strumpet, Incest, fornication, abomination in my own house; intolerable; O for long nails to scratch out his Eyes. Or the breeches to fight with him. Out of my sight quean, thou shalt to Bridewell— O, I shall be mad with rage. Then you shall go to Bedlam. Hence you Slave. I must have a penny, you must pay me for my pains. The Devil pay thee. O that's the Doctor, but he wants his horns. But i'll furnish him ere long if I live. It works as I would wish, farewell Maria, This storm once passed, fair weather ever after.
nodes 770–802 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 40 in this edition
Length
487 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.721 (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)
Coughes and ſpitts. VVhat are you Rheumatick too with a vengeance? Yes indeed miſtreſſe, though I bee but a poore man, I haue a ſpice of the gentleman in mee, Maiſter Doctor could ſmell it quickly, by cauſe hee's a gentleman himſelfe; I muſt to the diet and that is Tobacco at the Alehouſe, J vſe n'other phiſick for it. Did euer ſuch a peaſant defile my floare, or breathe ſo near me: yfayth ſirra you would be bumd for your Roguery if you were well ſeru'd. I am bum'd well ynough allready Miſtreſſe, look here elſe; ſurreuerence in your worſhip, maiſter Doctors lips are not made of better ſtuffe. What an impudent Rogue is this: ſirra be gone I ſay, I would be rid o'you? Be rid o'me? I ſhal gallop then: you miſtake me forſooth I am a footpoſt, I do not vſe to ride. I think the Raſcal be humorus or drunk: wel I wil read the letter and ſend him packing, or elſe hee will ſpew or do worſe before me: fy on him, I think hee will infect me with ſome filthy diſeaſe. Or elſe I looſe mine ayme. VVhat's heere Your poore nurſe Thomaſine Sweedleſſe for my life now ſhall I find out my huſbands knauery, I haue ſo long ſuſpected. She begins to nibble, twill take yfaith—miſtreſſe I ſee ſome diſcontentment in your looks, Care ill befittes ſo delicate a ſpirit. Be frolick wench for hee that is ſo neere thee has been much neerer? That Accent ſounds ſweet muſick, tis my loue. That tong breaths life into my liueles ſpirits Gerardine! ô rapture, why thus diſguiz'd! No more, be mute; thus muſt I vary formes To bring our Cares to end her Iealouſy, Enſues this Dryft, which if it take true ſcope, Loues ioy comes next be feareleſſe in that hope: Tis ſo: Ratsbane: I hate, it rack's on it torments me heere tis, —Woe worth the time that euer I gaue ſucke to a Child that came in at the window god knows how villanous Leacher; Yet if you did but ſee, how like the little red headed knaue is to his Father damnable Doctor: A Baſtard in the Countrey, and an other towardes here J am out of doubt, this is his woke. You are an Arrant Strumpet, Inceſt, fornication, abomination in my owne houſe; intollerable; O for long nailes to ſcratch out his Eyes. Or the breeches to fight with him. Out of my ſight queane, thou ſhalt to Bridewell —O, I ſhall be mad with rage. Then you ſhall goe to Bedlam. Hence you Slaue. I muſt haue a penny, you muſt pay me for my paines. The Diuell pay thee. O thats the Doctor, but he wants his hornes. But ile furniſh him ere long if I liue. It works as I would wiſh, farewell Maria, This ſtorme once paſt, faire weather euer after.