Jonson, Ben · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.78 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Why, as you please, my venture follows yours. Troth, do it Doctor. Think him trusty, and make him. He may make us both happy in an hour: Win some five thousand pound, and send us two on't. Believe it, and I will, Sir. And you shall, Sir. You have heard all? No, what was't? Nothing, I Sir. Nothing? A little, Sir. Well, a rare Star Reigned, at your birth. At mine Sir? No. The Doctor Swears that you are— Nay Captain, you'll tell all, now. Allied to the Queen of Fairy. Who? that I am? Believe it, no such matter. Yes, and that Yo'were borne with a Caule o'your head. Who says so? Come. You know it well enough, though you dissemble it. I fac, I do not. You are mistaken. How! Swear by your fac? and in a thing, so known Unto the Doctor? How shall we, Sir, trust you I'the other matter? Can we ever think, When you have won five, or six thousand pound, you'll send us shares in't, by this rate? By Gad, Sir, I'll win ten thousand pound, and send you half. I fac is no oath. No, no, he did but jest. Go too. Go, thank the Doctor. He is your friend. To take it so. I thank his Worship. So? Another Angel. Must I? Must you? 'Slight, What else is Thanks? Will you be trivial? Doctor. When must he come, for his Familiar? Shall I not ha'it with me? O, good Sir, There must a world of ceremonies pass, You must be bathed, and fumigated, first; Besides, the Queen of Fairy does not rise, Till it be noon. Not, if she danced, to night. And she must bless it. Did you never see Her royal Grace, yet? Whom? Your Aunt of Fairy? Not, since she kissed him, in the cradle, Captain, I can resolve you that. Well, see her Grace, What ere it cost you, for a thing that I know. It will be somewhat hard to compass: But, How ever, see her. You are made, believe it, If you can see her. Her Grace is a lone woman, And very rich, and if she take a fancy, She will do strange things. See her, at any hand. 'Slid, she may hap to leave you all she has: It is the Doctor's fear. How will't be done, then? Let me alone take you no thought. Do you But say to me. Captain, I'll see her Grace. Captain, I'll see her Grace. Enough. Who's there? Anon. (Conduct him forth, by the back way) Sir, against one a Clock, prepare yourself. Till when you must be fasting; only, take Three drops of vinegar, in, at your nose; Two at your mouth; and one, at either ear; Then, bathe your fingers ends; and, wash your eyes; To sharpen your five Senses; and, cry Hum, Thrice; and then Buzz, as often; and then, Come.
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Length
487 words · 692 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.777 (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
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VVhy, as you please, my venture followes yours. Troth, doe it Doctor. Thinke him trusty, and make him. Hee may make vs both happy in an hower: Winne some fiue thousand pound, and send vs two on't. Beleeue it, and I will, Sir. And you shall, Sir. You haue heard all? No, what was't? Nothing, I Sir. Nothing? A little, Sir. Well, a rare Starre Raign'd, at your birth. At mine Sir? No. The Doctor Sweares that you are— Nay Captayn, Yo'll tell all, now. Allied to the Queene of Faerie. Who? that I am? Beleeue it, no such matter. Yes, and that Yo'were borne with a Caule o'your head. Who sayes so? Come. You know it well inough, though you dissemble it. I fac, I doe not. You are mistaken. How! Sweare by your fac? and in a thing, so knowne Vnto the Doctor? How shall we, Sir, trust you I'the other matter? Can we euer thinke, When you haue wonne fiue, or sixe thousand pound, Yo'll send vs shares in't, by this rate? By Gad, Sir, I'll winne ten thousand pound, and send you halfe. I fac is no othe. No, no, he did but iest. Goe too. Goe, thanke the Doctor. He is your friend. To take it so. I thanke his VVorship. So? Another Angell. Must I? Must you? Slight, VVhat else is Thankes? Will you be triuiall? Doctor. VVhen must he come, for his Familiar? Shall I not ha'it with me? O, good Sir, There must a world of ceremonies passe, You must be bath'd, and fumigated, first; Besides, the Queene of Faerie do's not rise, Till it be noone. Not, if she daunc'd, to night. And she must blesse it. Did you neuer see Her royall Grace, yet? Whom? Your Aunt of Faerie? Not, since she kist him, in the cradle, Captayne, I can resolue you that. VVell, see her Grace, What ere it cost you, for a thing that I know. It will be somewhat hard to compasse: But, How euer, see her. You are made, beleeue it, If you can see her. Her Grace is a lone woman, And very rich, and if she take a phant'sye, She will doe strange things. See her, at any hand. 'Slid, she may hap to leaue you all she has: It is the Doctors feare. How will't be done, then? Let me alone take you no thought. Doe you But say to me. Captayne, I'll see her Grace. Captain, I'll see her Grace. Inough. Who's there? Anone. (Conduct him forth, by the back way) Sir, against one a Clock, prepare your selfe. Till when you must be fasting; onely, take Three drops of vinegar, in, at your nose; Two at your mouth; and one, at eyther eare; Then, bath your fingers endes; and, wash your eyes; To sharpen your fiue Senses; and, cry Hum, Thrise; and then Buz, as often; and then, Come.