Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.85 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
But not loose of their bonds Sir? No by my faith sir, I say not so, if the Physician could make 'em lose of their bonds, there's many a one would take Physic, that dares not now for poisoning, but as I was telling of you, her Will was fashioning, Wherein I found her best and richest jewel, Given as a Legacy unto my wife, When I read that, I could not refrain weeping, well of all other, my wife has most reason to visit her, if she have any good nature in her, she'll show it there, now sir where's your mistress? She desires you, and the gentlemen your friends, to hold her excused, she's a fit of an Ague now upon her, which begins to shake her Where does it shake her most? All over her body Sir. Shake all her body? 'tis a saucy fit, I'm jealous of that Ague, pray walk in gentlemen, I'll see you instantly. Now they are absent sir, 'tis no such thing. What? My mistress has her health Sir, But 'tis her suit, she may confine herself From sight of all men, but your own dear self Sir, For since the sickness of that modest virgin Her only company, she delights in none; No; visit her again, commend me to her, Tell her they're gone, and only I myself Walk here to exchange a word or two with her. I'll tell her so sir. Fool that I am, and madman, beast! what worse? Suspicious o'er a creature that deserves The best opinion, and the purest thought, Watchful o'er her that is her watch herself, To doubt her ways, that looks too narrowly Into her own defects; ay, foolish-fearful Have often rudely, out of giddy flames bar her those objects which she shuns herself, Thrice I've had proof of her most constant temper, Come I at unawares by stealth upon her, I find her circled in with Divine Writs Of heavenly meditations; here and there Chapters with leaves tucked up, which when I see They either tax pride or adultery, Ah let me curse myself, that could be jealous Of her whose mind no sin can make rebellious. And here the unmatched comes, now wife i'faith they're gone, Push, see how fearful 'tis, will you not credit me? They're gone i'faith, why, hinke you I'll betray you? come, come, thy delight and mine, thy only virtuous friend, thy sweet instructress is violently taken, grievous sick, and which is worse, she mends not. Her friends are sorry for that Sir. she calls still upon thee, poor soul, remembers thee still, thy name whirls in her breath, where's mistress Harebrain says she? Alas good soul, She made me weep thrice, sh'as put thee in a jewel in her Will. e'en toth' last gasp a kind soul. Take my man, go, visit her.
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Length
477 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.852 (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)
But not looſe of their bonds Sir? No by my faith ſir, I ſay not ſo, if the Phiſitian could make e'm looſe of their bonds, ther's many a one would take Phiſick, that dares not now for poyſoning, but as I was telling of you, her Will was faſhioning, Wherein I found her beſt and richeſt Iewell, Giuen as a Legacie vnto my wife, When I read that, I could not refraine weeping, well of all other, my wife ha's moſt reaſon to viſit her, if ſhee haue any good nature in her, ſhee'le ſhew it there, now ſir wher's your miſtris? She deſires you, and the gentlemen your friends, to hold her excuſed, ſha's a fit of an Ague now vpon her, which begins to ſhake her Where do's it ſhake her moſt? All ouer her body Sir. Shake all her body? t'is a ſaucie fit, Im'e iealous of that Ague, pray walke in gentlemen, Ile ſee you inſtantly. Now they are abſent ſir, tis no ſuch thing. What? My miſtris has her health Sir, But tis her ſute, ſhe may confine her ſelfe From ſight of all men, but your owne deere ſelfe Sir, For ſince the ſicknes of that modeſt Vergin Her onely company, ſhe delights in none; No; viſit her againe, commend me to her, Tell her they'r gon, and onely I my ſelfe Walke here to exchange a word or two with her. Ile tell her ſo ſir. Foole that I am, and madman, beaſt! what worſe? Suſpitious or'e a creature that deſerues The beſt opinion, and the pureſt thought, Watchfull or'e her that is her watch her ſelfe, To doubt her waies, that lookes too narrowly Into her owne defects; I, fooliſh-fearefull Haue often rudely, out of giddie flames Bard her thoſe obiects which ſhee ſhuns her ſelfe, Thrice I'ue had proofe of her moſt conſtant temper, Come I at vnawares by ſtealth vpon her, I find her cercled in with Diuine Writs Of heauenly meditations; here and there Chapters with leaues tuckt vp, which when I ſee They either taxe pride or adulterie, Ah let me curſe my ſelfe, that could be iealous Of her whoſe mind no ſinne can make rebellious. And here the vnmatched comes, now wife yfaith they'r gon, Puſh, ſee how fearefull tis, will you not credit me? They'r gon yfaith, why, hinke you Ile betray you? come, come, thy delight and mine, thy onely vertuous friend, thy ſweete inſtructreſſe is violently taken, grieuous ſicke, and which is worſe, ſhe mends not. Her friends are ſorry for that Sir. Shee cals ſtill vpon thee, poore ſoule, remembers thee ſtill, thy name whirles in her breath, wher's miſtris Harebraine ſayes ſhee? Alas good ſoule, She made me weepe thrice, ſh'as put thee in a iewel in her Will. Eee'n tot'h laſt gaſpe a kind ſoule. Take my man, goe, viſit her.