Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.69 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Yes, yes, yes, she'll take still: sh'as a kind of facility in taking: how comes your band bloody sir? You may see I met with a scab sir. Diversa genera Scabierum, as Pliny reports, there are divers kind of Scabs. Pray let's hear 'em sir. An itching scab, that is your harlot; a sore scab, your usurer; a running, your promoter; a broad scab, your intelligencer; but a white scab, that's a scald knave and a Pander: but to speak truth, the only scabs we are now a days troubled withal, are new officers. Why now you come to mine sir, for I'll be sworn one of them was very busy about my head this morning, and he should be a scab by that, for they are ambitious and covet the head. Why you saw I derived him sir? You Physicians are mad Gentlemen. We Physicians see the most sights of any men living, you're Astronomers look upward intoth' air, we look downward intoth' body, and indeed we have power upward and downward. That you have i'faith sir. Lady, how cheer you now? The same woman still, huh. That's not good. Little alteration, Fie, fie, you have been to lavish Gentlemen. Puh, talk not of that Lady, thy health's worth a million; here M. Doctor, spare for no cost. Look what you find there sir. What do you mean gentlemen, put up, put up, you see I'm down and cannot strive with you, I would rule you else; you have me at advantage, but if ever I live, I will requite it deeply. Tut an't come to that once, we'll requite ourselves well enough. Mist. Harebrain, Lady, is setting forth to visit you too. Hah, huh. There struck the minute that brings forth the birth of all my joys and wishes; but see the jar now, how shall I rid these from her? Pray gentleman, stay not above an hour from my sight. 'Sfoot we are not going Lady. Subtly brought about, yet 't will not do, they'll stick by't; a word with you gentlemen. What says M. Doctor? She wants but settling of her sense with rest, one hours sleep gentlemen would set all parts in tune. He says true i'faith. Get her to sleep M. Doctor, we'll both sit here and watch by her. hell's Angels watch you, no Art can prevail with 'em; what with the thought of joys, and sight of crosses, my wits are at Hercules' pillars, non plus vltra. M. Doctor, M. Doctor? Here Lady. Your physic works, lend me your hand. Farewell sweet Lady. adieu M. Doctor. So. Let me admire thee, The wit of man, wanes and decreases soon, But women's wit is ever at full moon. There shot a star from heaven, I dare not yet behold my happiness. The splendour is so glorious and so piercing.
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476 words · 661 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.687 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Yes, yes, yes, ſhee'le take ſtill: ſh'as a kind of facility in taking: how comes your band bloody ſir? You may ſee I met with a ſcab ſir. Diuerſa genera Scabierum, as Pliny reports, there arediners kind of Scabs. Pray lets heare e'm ſir. An itching ſcab, that is your harlot; a ſore ſcab, your vſurer; a running, your promooter; a broad ſcab, your intelligencer; but a white ſcabbe, that's a ſcald knaue and a Pander: but to ſpeake truth, the onely ſcabs wee are now a daies troubled withall, are new officers. Why now you come to mine ſir, for Ile be ſworne one of them was very buſie about my head this morning, and he ſhould be a ſcab by that, for they are ambitious and couet the head. Why you ſaw I deriu'de him ſir? You Phyſitions are mad Gentlemen. We Phyſitions ſee the moſt ſights of any men liuing, you're Aſtronomers looke vpward into'th aire, we look downeward into'th bodie, and indeed wee haue power vpward and downeward. That you haue yfaith ſir. Lady, how cheere you now? The ſame woman ſtill, huh. That's not good. Little alteration, Fie, fie, you haue beene to lauiſh Gentlemen. Puh, talke not of that Lady, thy health's worth a million; here M. Doctor, ſpare for no coſt. Looke what you find there ſir. What doe you meane gentlemen, put vp, put vp, you ſee I'me downe and cannot ſtriue with you, I would rule you elſe; you haue me at aduantage, but if euer I liue, I will requite it deepely. Tut an't come to that once, wee'le requit our ſelues well enough. Miſt. Harebrain, Lady, is ſetting forth to viſit you too. Hah, huh. There ſtrucke the munit that brings forth the birth of all my ioyes and wiſhes; but ſee the iarre now, how ſhall I rid theſe from her? Pray gentleman, ſtay not aboue an houre from my ſight. S'foot we are not going Lady. Subtilly brought about, yett' will not doe, the'le ſticke by't; a word with you gentlemen. What ſaies M. Doctor? She wants but ſetling of her ſenſe with reſt, one howres ſleepe gentlemen would ſet all parts in tune. He ſaies true yfaith. Get her to ſleepe M. Doctor, wee'le both ſit heere and watch by her. Hels Angels watch you, no Art can preuaile with e'm; what with the thought of ioyes, and ſight of croſſes, my wits are at Hercules pillars, non plus vltra. M. Doctor, M. Doctor? Here Lady. Your phyſicke workes, lend me your hand. Farewell ſweet Lady. Adue M. Doctor. So. Let me admire thee, The wit of man, wanes and decreaſes ſoone, But womens wit is euer at ful moone. There ſhot a ſtar from heauen, I dare not yet behold my happines. The ſplendor is ſo glotious and ſo piercing.