Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.82 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
And in that sense I called it, but take me with you Lady; would it be probable enough to have a sickness so suddenly violent? Puh, all the world knows women are soon down; we can be sick when we have a mind to't, catch an ague with the wind of our fans, surfeit upon the rump of a Lark, and bestow ten pound in physic upon't; we're likest ourselves when we're down: 'tis the easiest Art and cunning for our sect to counterfeit sick, that are always full of sits when we are well; for since we were made for a weak imperfect creature, we can sit that best that we are made for: I thus translated, and yourself slipped into the form of a Physician. I a Physician Lady, talk not on't I beseech you, I shall shame the whole College. Tutman, any quacksalving terms will serve for this purpose; for I am pitifully haunted with a brace of elder brothers, new perfumed in the first of their fortunes, and I shall see how forward their purses will be to the pleasing of my palate, and restoring of my health; lay on load enough upon 'em, and spare 'em not, for they're good plump fleshly Asses, and may well enough bear it: let gold, amber, and dissolved Pearl, be common ingrediences, and that you cannot compose a cullis without 'em: put but this cunningly in practice, it shall be both a sufficient recompense for all my pains in your love, and the ready means to make Mistress Harebrain; way, by the visiting of me to your mutual desired company. I Applaud thee, kiss thee, and will constantly embrace it. Ho, Gunwater! Singlestone! Ienkin, wa, ha, ho. Ewen! Simcod! Footman! whewe— Oh good your worship, let me help your good old worship. Ah poor honest footman, how didst thou scape this massacre? E'en by miracle, and lying in my clothes sir. I think so, I would I had lain in my clothes to Footman, so I had scaped 'em; I could have but risse like a beggar then, and so I do now, till more money come in; but nothing afflicts me so much, my poor Geometrical Footman, as that the barbarous villains should lay violence upon my L. Ah, the binding of my L. cuts my heart in two pieces; so, so, 'tis well, I thank thee, run to thy fellows, undo 'em, undo 'em, undo 'em. Alas, if my L. should miscarry, they're unbound already sir; they have no occupation but sleep, feed, and fart. If I be not ashamed to look my L i'th' face, I'm a Sarazen my L. Who's that? One may see he has been scared, a pox on 'em for their labours. Singlestone! Singlestone? I'll near answer to that i'faith. Suchman- Suchman? nor that neither i'faith; I am not brought so low, though I be old. Who's that i'th' chamber? Good morrow my L. 'tis I.
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494 words · 693 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.822 (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)
And in that ſenſe I call'd it, but take me with you Lady; would it be probable enough to haue a ſickenes ſo ſuddenly violent? Puh, all the world knows women are ſoone down; we can be ſicke when we haue a mind to't, catch an ague with the wind of our fans, ſurfet vpon the rumpe of a Larke, and beſtow ten pound in phyſick vpon't; we're likeſt our ſelues when we're down: tis the eaſieſt Art and cunning for our ſect to counterfeit ſicke, that are alwaies full of ſits when we are well; for ſince we were made for a weake imperfect creature, we can ſit that beſt that we are made for: I thus tranſlated, and your ſelfe ſlipt into the forme of a Phyſition. I a Phyſition Lady, talke not on't I beſeech you, I ſhall ſhame the whole Colledge. Tutman, any guackſaluing termes will ſerue for this purpoſe; for I am pitifully hanted with a brace of elder brothers, new perfumde in the firſt of their fortunes, and I ſhall ſee how forward their purſes will be to the pleaſing of my pallat, and reſtoring of my health; lay on load enough vpon e'm, and ſpare e'm not, for the're good plump fleſhly Aſſes, and may well enough beare it: let gold, Ambre, and diſſolued Pearle, be common ingrediences, and that you cannot compoſe a culliſſe without e'm: put but this cunningly in practiſe, it ſhall bee both a ſufficient recompence for all my paines in your loue, and the readie meanes to make Miſtris Harebraine; way, by the viſiting of me to your mutuall deſired company. I Applaud thee, kiſſe thee, and wil conſtantly embrace it. Ho, Gunwater! Singleſtone! Ienkin, wa, ha, ho. Ewen! Simcod! Footman! whewe— Oh good your worſhip, let me helpe your good old worſhippe. Ah poore honeſt footman, how didſt thou ſcape this maſſacre? E'en by miracle, and lying in my clothes ſir. I thinke ſo, I would I had laine in my clothes to Footman, ſo I had ſcapt e'm; I could haue but riſſe like a begger then, and ſo I do now, till more money come in; but nothing afflicts me ſo much, my poore Geometricall Footman, as that the barberous villaines ſhould lay violence vpon my L. Ah, the binding of my L. cuts my heart in two pieces; ſo, ſo, tis well, I thanke thee, runne to thy fellowes, vndo e'm, vndo e'm, vndo e'm. Alas, if my L. ſhould miſcarry, the're vnbound already ſir; they haue no occupation but ſleepe, feed, and fart. If I be not aſhamde to looke my L i'th face, I'me a Saraſſen my L. Who's that? One may ſee hee has beene ſcard, a pox on e'm for their labours. Singleſtone! Singleſtone? Ile nere anſwere to that yfaith. Suchman- Suchman? nor that neither yfaith; I am not brought ſo low, tho I be old. Who's that i'th chamber? Good morrow my L. tis I.