Jonson, Ben · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.67 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Because We then are to deal justly, and give (in truth) Their utmost value. 'Slid, you'd cousin, else, And, if their Parents were not of the Faithful? I will not trust you, now I think on't, Till I ha' talked with your Pastor. Ha' you brought money To buy more Coals? No surely. No? How so? The Brethren bid me say unto you, Sir. Surely, they will not venture any more, Till they may see projection. How! Ye have had, For the Instruments, as bricks, and some, and glasses, Already thirty pound; and, for Materials, They say, some ninety more: And, they have heard, since, That one, at Hiedelberg, made it, of an Egg And a small paper of Pinne-dust. What's your name? My name is Ananias. Out, the Varlet That cozened the Apostles! Hence, away, Flee Mischief; had your holy Consistory No name to send me, of another sound; Then wicked Ananias? Send your Elders, Hither, to make atonement for you, quickly, And give me satisfaction; or out goes The fire: and down th' Alembekes, and the Furnace. Piger Henricus, or what not. Thou wretch, Both Sericon, and Bufo, shall belost, Tell 'hem. All hope of rooting out the Bishops, Or th' Antichristian Hierarchy shall perish, If they stay threescore minutes. The Aqueitie, Terreity, and Sulphureitie Shall run together again, and all be annulled Thou wicked Ananias. This willfetch 'em, And make'hem hast towards their gulling more. A man must deal like a rough Nurse, and fright Those, that are froward, to an appetite. he's busy with his spirits, but we'll upon him. How now! What Mates? What Baiards ha' we here? I told you he would be furious. Sir, Here's Nab, Has brought ye another piece of Gold, to look on: (We must appease him. Give it me) and prays you You would devise (what is it Nab?) A sign, Sir. ay, a good lucky one, a thriving Sign, Doctor. I was devising now. 'Slight, do not say so, He will repent he give you any more. What say you to his Constellation, Doctor? The Balance? No, that way is stale, and Common. A Towns. Man, borne in Taurus, gives the Bull; Or the Bulls-head: In Aries, the Ram. A poor device. No. I will have his Name Formed in some mystic character; whose radij, Striking the senses of the passers by, Shall, by a virtual influence, breed affections, That may result upon the party owns it: As thus. Nab. He first shall have a Bell, That's Abel; And, by it, standing one, whose name is Dee, In a rug Gown; There's D. and R●g, that's Drug: And, right anent him, a Dog snarling Ere; There's Drugger, Abel Drugger. That's his sign. And here's now Mystery, and Hieroglyphic. Abel, thou art made. Sir, I do thank his Worship. Six o'thy legs more, will not do it, Nab. He has brought you a pipe of Tobacco, Doctor. Yes, Sir. I have another thing, I would impart— Out with it Nab. Sir, there is lodged hard by me A rich young Widow.
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Length
512 words · 787 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.670 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Because We then are to deale iustly, and giue (in truth) Their vtmost valew. 'Slid, you'ld cossen, else, And, if their Parents were not of the Faithfull? I will not trust you, now I thinke on't, Till I ha' talk'd with your Pastor. Ha' you brought money To buy more Coales? No surely. No? How so? The Brethren bid me ay vnto you, Sir. Surely, they will not venter any more, Till they may see proiection. How! Yo' haue had, For the Instruments, as bricks, and ome, and glasses, Already thirty pound; and, for Materialls, They say, some ninety more: And, they haue heard, since, That one, at Hiedelberg, made it, of an Egge And a small paper of Pinne-dust. What's your name? My name is Ananias. Out, the Varlet That cossend the Apostles! Hence, away, Flee Mischiefe; had your holy Consistory No name to send me, of another sound; Then wicked Ananias? Send your Elders, Hither, to make atonement for you, quickly, And gi' me satisfaction; or out goes The fire: and downe th' Alembekes, and the Fornace. Piger Henricus, or what not. Thou wretch, Both Sericon, and Bufo, shall belost, Tell 'hem. All hope of rooting out the Bishops, Or th' Antichristian Hierarchie shall perish, If they stay threescore minutes. The Aqueitie, Terreity, and Sulphureitie Shall runne together againe, and all be annull'd Thou wicked Ananias. This willfetch 'hem, And make'hem hast towards their gulling more. A man must deale like a rough Nurse, and fright Those, that are froward, to an appetite. H'is busie with his spirits, but we'll vpon him. How now! What Mates? What Baiards ha' we here? I told you he would be furious. Sir, Here's Nab, Has brought yo' another peece of Gold, to looke on: (Wee must appease him. Giue it me) and prayes you You would deuise (what is it Nab?) A signe, Sir. I, a good lucky one, a thriuing Signe, Doctor. I was deuising now. 'Slight, doe not say so, He will repent he ga' you any more. What say you to his Constellation, Doctor? The Ballance? No, that way is stale, and Common. A Townes. Man, borne in Taurus, giues the Bull; Or the Bulls-head: In Aries, the Ram. A poore deuise. No. I will haue his Name Form'd in some mystick character; whose radij, Striking the senses of the passers by, Shall, by a virtuall influence, breed affections, That may result vpon the party ownes it: As thus. Nab. He first shal haue a Bell, That's Abell; And, by it, standing one, whose name is Dee, In a rugg Gowne; There's D. and Rg, that's Drug: And, right anenst him, a Dog snarling Er; There's Drugger, Abel Drugger. That's his signe. And here's now Mystery, and Hieroglyphick. Abell, thou art made. Sir, I doe thanke his Worship. Sixe o'thy legges more, will not doe it, Nab. He has brought you a pipe of Tobacco, Doctor. Yes, Sir. I haue another thing, I would impart— Out with it Nab. Sir, there is lodg'd hard by me A rich yong Widdow.