Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.65 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Relish master, relish, a note above etam master, Sol. fa, me, re. A maiden sitting all alone, Unto herself she made great moan, Sorrow set upon her cheek, And she looked green as any leek: Her friends did ask her cause of care; But she cried out in her despair. O stone, stone ne ra, stone na ne ra, stone. Cold comfort in a stone. Doctors came her pulse to feel, And Surgeons with their tools of steel, To dig, to delve, to find her pain, But all they did it was in vain, Still on her back this maiden lies, And with an open throat she cries. O stone, stone na ne ra, stone ne na ne ra stone. Better and better by my slipper. Old wives they made answer thus, Green sickness was most dangerous. And oatmeal eating is a food, That never yet did maiden good. Tut, tut, tut, 'tis nothing so, Still she cried out with pain and woe. O stone, stone ne na ne ra, stone ne na ne ra, stone Till she was delivered of a chopping boy, and all was as I am, Omne been. What a disfiguring diet, drunkenness, Lays upon man, a beastly appetite. Lingers the body where such gluttonous means, Swelters in surfeit of desire and ease. I am an enemy to myself, to think, That man is slave so to continual drink. Knight, feast, knight, a good cellar keeper knight. I'll cusse thy daughter knight. how's that? shalls not buss knight, shall's not neb? Thou art in the straits Moll, and the pirate's shot will sink thee, therefore yield. I am thy Towers, being thus disguised, am come to steal thee, then be sudden Moll. Nay then i'faith. Knight shall's drink at door like beggars? no, i'll in knight see thy seller, is thy seller in dept, knight dare he not show his face? your black jacks are my elder brothers, knight, shall's not shake hands with our brother's knight? Follow him, look he steal nothing. Tinkers steal nought but drink & maidenheads, I'll watch him for one, if you allow loss of the other. Where's Touch? Sir. Who wait you on? On the world sir. And what says the world to ye? To me sir. To you sir, what a message? letters, ha, daughter i'll be your secretary, nay hide not, juggle not with me, i'll once be secret to your thoughts, i'faith I will. 'tis a card of lace sir, which he bought me. I bonelace sir. Bonelace subscribed too like a letter, lace weaved of ten bones, be't so? even so. O Touch. O mistress now am I tried on my own touch, I am true metal one way, but counterfeit another: O life no life, but mess of public wrong, Day turn tonight, for I ha' lived too long. From Filbon. Yes from Filbon, woe to the day, time, and hour. Wherefore. That I brought this news from your lover therefore.
nodes 655–717 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 33 in this edition
Length
496 words · 684 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.653 (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)
Relish maister, relish, a note aboue eta maister, Sol. fa, me, re. A maiden sitting all alone, Vnto her selfe she made great mone, Sorrow set vpon her cheeke, And she look't greene as any leeke: Her friends did aske her cause of care; But she cri'd out in her despaire. O stone, stone ne ra, stone na ne ra, stone. Cold comfort in a stone. Docters came her pulse to feele, And Surgions with their tooles of steele, To dig, to delue, to find her paine, But all they did it was in vaine, Still on her back this maiden lies, And with an open throat she cries. O stone, stone na ne ra, stone ne na ne ra stone. Better and better by my slipper. Old wiues they made answere thus, Greene sicknes was most dangerous. And oate-meale eating is afood, That neuer yet did maiden good. Tut, tut, tut, tis nothing so, Still she cri'd out with paine and wo. O stone, stone ne na ne ra, stone ne na ne ra, stone Till she was deliuered of a chopping boy, and all was as I am, Omne bene. What a disfiguring diet, drunkennes, Layes vpon man, a beastly appetite. Lingers the body where such glutnous meanes, Swelters in surfet of desire and ease. I am an enemy to my selfe, to thinke, That man is slaue so to continuall drinke. Knight, feast, knight, a good celler keeper knight. I'le cusse thy daughter knight. Howes that? Shals not busse knight, shals not neb? Thou art in the straits Moll, and the pirots shot will sincke thee, therefore yeeld. I am thy Toures, being thus disguisd, am come to steale thee, then be sodaine Moll. Nay then y'faith. Knight shals drinke at dore like beggers? no, ile in knight see thy seller, is thy seller in dept, knight dare he not show his face? your black iacks are my elder brothers, knight, shals notshake hands with our brothers knight? Follow him, looke he steale nothing. Tinckers steale nought but drinke & maidenheads, Ile watch him for one, if you allow losse of the other. Wheres Tutch? Sir. Who waite you on? On the world sir. And what saies the word to ye? To me sir. To you sir, what a message? letters, ha, daughter il'e be your secretary, nay hide not, iuggle not with me, ile once be secret to your thoughts, yfaith I will. Tis a carde of lace sir, which he bought me. I bone-lace sir. Bone-lace subscrib'd too like a letter, lace weau'd of ten bones, ist so? euen so. O Tutch. O mistres now am I tri'd on my owne tutch, I am true mettall one way, but counterfeit an other: O life no life, but messe of publicke wrong, Day turne to night, for I ha liu'd too long. From Filbon. Yes from Filbon, woe to the day, time, and hower. Wherefore. That I brought this newes from your louer therefore.