Jonson, Ben · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.70 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Good! a Bona roba? But nineteen, at the most. Very good, Abel. Marry she's not in fashion, yet; she wears A hood: but't stands a cop. No matter Abel. And, I do, now and then give her a fucus, What dost thou deal, Nab? I did tell you, Captain. And physic too sometime, Sir, for which she trusts me With all her mind. she's come up here, of purpose To learn the fashion. Good, His match too! on Nab. And she does strangely long to know her fortune. God's lid, Nab! Send her to the Doctor, hither. Yes, I have spoke to her of his Worship, already: But she's afraid, it will be blown abroad And hurt her Marriage. Hurt it? 'Tis the way To heal it, if'twere hurt; to make it more Followed and sought: Nab, thou shalt tell her this. she'll be more known, more talked of, and your Widows Are ne'er of any price till they be famous; Their Honour is their multitude of Suitors. Send her, it may be thy good fortune. What? Thou dost not know. No, Sir, she'll never marry Under a Knight. Her brother has made a Vow. What, and dost thou despair, my little Nab, Knowing, what the Doctor has set down for thee, And seeing so many, o'the City, dubbed? One Glass o'thy water, with a Madam I know Will have it done Nab. What's her brother? a Knight? No, Sir, A Gentleman, newly, warm in ' his land, Sir, Scarce cold in his one and twenty; that does govern His Sister, here: and is a Man himself Of some three thousand a year, and is come up To learn to quarrel, and to live by his wits, And will go down again, and die i'the Country. How! to quarrel? Yes, Sir, to carry Quarrels, As Gallants do, and manage 'em, by line. 'Slid Nab. The Doctor is the only man In Christendom for him. He has made a Table, With Mathematical demonstrations, Touching the Art of Quarrels. He will give him An Instrument to quarrel by. Go, bring 'em, both; Him, and his Sister. And, for thee, with her The Doctor haply may persuade. Go to. Shalt give his Worship, a new Damask suit Upon the premises. O good Captain. He shall, He is the honestest fellow, Doctor. Say not, No offers, bring the Damask, and the Parties. I'll try my power, Sir. And thy will too, Nab. 'Tis good Tobacco this! What is't an ounce? he'll send you a pound, Doctor. O, no: He will do't. It is the goodest soul. Abel about it. (Thou shalt know more anon. Away, be gone.) A miserable Rogue, and lives with Cheese, And has the worms. That was the cause indeed Why he came now. He dealt with me, in private, To get a medicine for 'hem. And shall, Sir. This works. A wife, a wife, for one onvs, my dear Subtle: we'll e'en draw lots, and he, that fails, shall have The more in goods, the other has in tail.
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Length
509 words · 722 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.705 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Good! a Bona roba? But nineteene, at the most. Very good, Abel. Mary sh'is not in fashion, yet; she weares A hood: but't stands a cop. No matter Abel. And, I doe, now and then giue her a fucus, What dost thou deale, Nab? I did tell you, Captaine. And physick too sometime, Sir, for which she trusts me With all her minde. Shee's come vp here, of purpose To learne the fashion. Good, His match too! on Nab. And she do's strangely long to know her fortune. Gods lid, Nab! Send her to the Doctor, hether. Yes, I haue spoke to her of his Worship, already: But shee's afrayd, it will be blowne abroad And hurt her Marriage. Hurt it? 'Tis the way To heale it, if'twere hurt; to make it more Follow'd and sought: Nab, thou shalt tell her this. Shee'll be more knowne, more talk'd of, and your Widowes Are ne'er of any price till they be famous; Their Honour is their multitude of Sutors. Send her, it may be thy good fortune. What? Thou dost not know. No, Sir, shee'll neuer mary Vnder a Knight. Her brother has made a Vow. What, and dost thou despayre, my little Nab, Knowing, what the Doctor has set downe for thee, And seeing so many, o'the Citie, dub'd? One Glasse o'thy water, with a Madame I know Will haue it done Nab. What's her brother? a Knight? No, Sir, A Gentleman, newly, warme in 'his land, Sir, Scarse cold in his one and twenty; that do's gouerne His Sister, here: and is a Man himselfe Of some three thousand a yeere, and is come vp To learne to quarrell, and to liue by his wittes, And will goe downe againe, and dye i'the Countrey. How! to quarrell? Yes, Sir, to carry Quarrells, As Gallants doe, and manage 'hem, by line. 'Slid Nab. The Doctor is the onely man In Christendome for him. He has made a Table, With Mathematicall demonstrations, Touching the Art of Quarrells. He will giue him An Instrument to quarrell by. Goe, bring 'hem, both; Him, and his Sister. And, for thee, with her The Doctor happ'ly may perswade. Goe to. 'Shalt giue his Worship, a new Damaske suite Vpon the premisses. O good Captaine. He shall, He is the honestest fellow, Doctor. Say not, No offers, bring the Damaske, and the Parties. I'll try my power, Sir. And thy will too, Nab. 'Tis good Tobacco this! What is't an ounce? Hee'll send you a pound, Doctor. O, no: Hee will do't. It is the gooddest soule. Abell about it. (Thou shalt know more anone. Away, be gone.) A miserable Rogue, and liues with Cheese, And has the wormes. That was the cause indeed Why he came now. He dealt with me, in priuate, To get a med'cine for 'hem. And shall, Sir. This workes. A wife, a wife, for one on'vs, my deare Subtle: Wee'll eene draw lots, and he, that fayles, shall haue The more in goods, the other has in tayle.