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 0.75 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Here they come, in pain I warrant them: how works your physic Gallants? do you go well to the ground? now Cuckold the Doctor? wife who's your first man now, now strike with the scabbard: ha, ha, ha. A villainous Doctor. Mountebank you're a rascal, and we will cast about to be revenged. Cast about this way, and bewray what you can concerning Mistress Purge, who stands here upon her purgation, either to prove mundified or contaminated, according to the tenor piece of your principal Evidence, first give 'em the Book? Come, lay your hands upon the Book: you shall speak and aver no more, nor wade no farther into the Cream pots of this woman's crime, than the naked truth, and the cart-rope of your conscience shall conduct you, so help you the contents: kiss the book. Alas, we are not in case to answer largely, but if you will have our evidence in brief, I think I kissed her at the Family some three times; once at coming, once at going, and once in the midst, otherwise never knew her dishonestly. ay, mark that middle kiss master Doctor? And for my part I have been more mortified by her, then ever I was provoked. How say you to this master Purge, your witness is weak, and surreverence on, without sounder proof, they may depart to the close stool whence they came, and you to your Pothecaries shop. No master Doctor, I have another boult to shoot, that shall strike her dead, she shall not have a word to say. Answer me to this Mistress Purge, where's your wedding Ring? My wedding Ring? why what should I do with unnecessary things about me, when the poor begs at my gate ready to starve; is it not better (as I learned last Lecture) to send my substance before me, where I may find it, than to leave it behind me, where I must forego it? yes verily; wherefore (to put you out of doubt) I have given that Ring to charitable uses? Nay now she falters: my Client can show that Ring, got from her at the Family, when these two Courtling had at the same time beleaguered her Fort. This altars the Case clean, what starting hole ha' you now mistress Purge? e'en the Sanctuary of a safe conscience: now truly, truly, (however he came by that Ring) by my Sisterhood I gave it to the relief of the distressed Geneva. How! to the relief of the distressed Geneva? Justice master Doctor: I may now decline victus victa victum, one word more shall overthrow her: I myself was a Familist that day, who more jealous than zealous in devotion, thrust in amongst the rest (as I had most right) on purpose to sound her, to find out the knavery: short tale to make, I got her Ring, and here it is? let her deny it if she can; and what more I discovered, non est nunc narrandi locus.
nodes 1048–1063 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 37 of 40 in this edition
Length
499 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.753 (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)
Heere they come, in payne I warrant them: how workes your phyſicke Gallantes? doe you goe well to the ground? now Cuckold the Doctor? wife who's your firſt man now, now ſtrike with the ſcabbard: ha, ha, ha. A villanous Doctor. Mountybank y'are a raſcall, and wee will caſt about to be reueng'd. Caſt about this way, and beray what you can concerning Miſtriſſe Purge, who ſtands heere vpon her purgation, either to prooue mundified or contaminated, according to the tenor peece of your principall Euidence, firſt giue 'hem the Booke? Come, lay your hands vpon the Booke: you ſhall ſpeake and auerre no more, nor wade no farther into the Creame pots of this womans cryme, then the naked trueth, and the cart-rope of your conſcience ſhall conduct you, ſo helpe you the contents: kiſſe the booke. Alaſſe, we are not in caſe to anſwer largely, but if you will haue our euidence in briefe, I thinke I kiſt her at the Family ſome three times; once at comming, once at going, and once in the middeſt, otherwiſe neuer knewe her diſhoneſtlie. I, marke that middle kiſſe maſter Doctor? And for my part I haue bin more mortified by her, then euer I was prouokt. How ſay you to this maſter Purge, your witneſſe is weake, and ſurreuerence on, without ſounder proofe, they may depart to the cloſe ſtoole whence they came, and you to your Pothicaries ſhop. No maſter Doctor, I haue an other boult to ſhoot, that ſhall ſtrike her dead, ſhe ſhall not haue a word to ſay. Anſwer me to this Miſtriſſe Purge, wher's your wedding Ring? My wedding Ring? why what ſhould J doe with vnneceſſary things about me, when the poore begs at my gate readie to ſtarue; is it not better (as I learned laſt Lecture) to ſend my ſubſtance before me, where I may find it, then to leaue it behind me, where I muſt forgoe it? yes verily; wherefore (to put you out of doubt) I haue giuen that Ring to charitable vſes? Nay now ſhe falters: my Clyent can ſhew that Ring, got from her at the Family, when theſe two Courtling had at the ſame time beleaguerd her Fort. This alters the Caſe cleane, what ſtarting hole ha you now miſtriſſe Purge? Eene the Sanctuarie of a ſafe conſcience: now truelie, truelie, (how euer he came by that Ring) by my Siſterhood I gaue it to the reliefe of the diſtreſſed Geneua. How! to the reliefe of the diſtreſſed Geneua? Juſtice maſter Doctor: I may now decline victus victa victum, one word more ſhall ouerthrow her: I my ſelfe was a Familiſt that day, who more Iealous then zealous in deuotion, thruſt in amongſt the reſt (as I had moſt right) on purpoſe to ſound her, to finde out the knauerie: ſhort tale to make, I gotte her Ring, and heere it is? let her denye it if ſhe can; and what more I diſcouer'd, non eſt nunc narrandi locus.