Jonson, Ben · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
In good faith, She's very ill, with sitting up. you'd have her Laugh, and lie down. No, faith, Sempronia, I am not well; I'll take my leave, it draws Toward the morning. Curius shall stay with you. Madam, I pray you pardon me, my health I must respect. Farewell, good Fulvia. Make haste, and bid him get his guards about him. For Vargunteius, and Cornelius Have undertaken it, should Cethegus miss: Their reason, that they think his open rashness Will suffer easier discovery, Then their attempt; so veiled under friendship. I'll bring you to your Coach. Tell him, beside, Of Caesar's coming forth, here. My sweet Madam, Will you be gone? I am, my Lord, in truth, In some indisposition. I do wish You had all your health, sweet Lady. Lentulus, You'll do her service. To her coach, and duty. WHat ministers men must, for practise, use! The rash, th' ambitious, needy, desperate, Foolish, and wretched, e'en the dregs of Mankind, To whores, and women! Still, it must be so. Each have their proper place; and, in their rooms. They are the best. grooms fittest kindle fires, Slaves carry burdens, Butchers are for slaughters, Apothecaries, Butlers, Cooks for poisons; As these for me: Dull, stupid Lentulus, My stale, with whom I stalk; the rash Cethegus, My executioner; and fat Longinus, Statilius, Curius, Ceparius, Cimber. My labourers, pioneers, and incendiaries; With these domestic traitors, bosom thieves, Whom custom hath called Wives; the readiest helps, To strangle headstrong Husbands; rob the easy; And lend the moneys, on returns of lust. Shall Catiline not do, now, with these aids, So sought, so sorted, something shall be called Their labour, but his profit? and make Caesar Repent his venturing counsels, to a spirit, So much his Lord in mischief? when all these, Shall, like the Brethren sprung of Dragon's teeth, Ruin each other; and he fall amongst 'em: With Crassus, Pompey, or who else appears, But like, or near a great one. May my brain Resolve to water, and my blood turn phlegm, My hands, drop off, unworthy of my sword, And that b' inspired, of itself, to rip My breast, for my lost entrails; when I leave A soul, that will not serve. And who will, are The same with slaves; such clay I dare not fear. The cruelty, I mean to act, I wish Should be called mine, and tarry in my name; Whilst after Ages do toil out themselves In thinking for the like, but do it less: And, were the power of all the fiends let loose, With Fate to boot, it should be, still, example. When, what the Gaul, or Moor could not effect, Nor emulous Carthage, with their length of spite, Shall be the work of one, and that my night.
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In good faith, She's very ill, with sitting vp. Youl'd haue her Laugh, and lie downe. No, faith, Sempronia, I am not well; I'le take my leaue, it drawes Toward the morning. Curius shall stay with you. Madam, I pray you pardon me, my health I must respect. Farewell, good Fuluia. Make hast, and bid him get his guards about him. For Vargunteius, and Cornelius Haue vndertane it, should Cethegus misse: Their reason, that they thinke his open rashesse VVill suffer easier discouerie, Then their attempt; so vailed vnder friendship. Ile bring you to your Coach. Tell him, beside, Of Caesars comming forth, here. My sweete Madam, VVill you be gone? I am, my Lord, in truth, In some indisposition. I do wish You had all your health, sweet Lady. Lentulus, You'll doe her seruice. To her coach, and duty. WHat ministers men must, for practise, vse! The rash, th' ambitious, needy, desperate, Foolish, and wretched, eu'n the dregs of Mankinde, To whores, and women! Still, it must be so. Each haue their proper place; and, in their roomes. They are the best. Groomes fittest kindle fires▪ Slaues carry burdens, Butchers are for slaughters, Apothecaries, Butlers, Cookes for poysons; As these for me: Dull, stupide Lentulus, My stale, with whom I stalke; the rash Cethegus, My executioner; and at Longinus, Statilius, Curius, Ceparius, Cimber. My laborers, pioners, and incendiaries; With these domesticke traitors, bosome theeues, VVhom custome hath call'd Wiues; the readiest helpes, To strangle head-strong Husbands; rob the easie; And lend the moneyes, on returnes of lust. Shall Catiline not doe, now, with these aides, So sought, so sorted, something shall be call'd Their labor, but his profit? and make Caesar Repent his ventring counsels, to a spirit, So much his Lord in mischiefe? when all these▪ Shall, like the Brethren sprung of Dragons teeth▪ Ruine each other; and he fall amongst 'hem: VVith Crassus, Pompey, or who else appeares, But like, or neare a great one. May my braine Resolue to water, and my bloud turne phlegme, My hands, drop off, vnworthy of my sword, And that b' inspired, of it selfe, to rip My breast, for my lost entrailes; when I leaue A soule, that will not serue. And who will, are The same with slaues; such clay I dare not feare. The cruelty, I meane to act, I wish Should be call'd mine, and tary in my name; Whil'st after Ages do toyle out themselues In thinking for the like, but do it lesse: And, were the power of all the fiends let loose, With Fate to boote, it should be, still, example. When, what the Gaule, or Moore could not effect, Nor aemulous Carthage, with their length of spight, Shall be the worke of one, and that my night.