Jonson, Ben · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Sir, be appeased, He is come to humble Himself in Spirit, and to ask your patience, If too much zeal hath carried him, aside, From the due path. Why, this doth qualify. The Brethren had no purpose, verily, To give you the least grievance: but are ready To lend their willing hands, to any project The Spirit, and you direct. This qualefies more. And, for the Orphans goods, let them be valued, Or what is needful, else, to the holy Work, It shall be numbered: Here, by me, the Saints Throw down their purse before you. This qualifies, most. Why, thus it should be, now you understand. Have I discoursed so unto you, of our Stone? And, of the good that it shall bring your cause? showed you (beside the main of hiring forces Abroad, drawing the Hollanders, your friends, From the Indies, to serve you, with all their Fleet) That even the medicinal use shall make you a faction, And party in the Realm. As, put the case, That some great Man, in state, he have the Gout, Why you but send three drops of your Elixir, You help him strait: There you have made a Friend. Another has the Palsy, or the Dropsy, He takes of your incombustible stuff, he's young again: There you have made a Friend. A Lady, that is past the feat of body, Though not of mind, and hath her face decayed Beyond all cure of painting; you restore With the Oil of Talck: There you have made a Friend. And all her friends. A Lord, that is a Leper, A Knight, that has the bone-ache, or a Squire That hath both these, you make'hem smooth, and sound, With a bare fricace of your medicine: Still, You increase your Friends. ay, 'tis very pregnant. And, then, the turning of this Lawyer's pewter To plate, at Christmas. Christ-tide, I pray you. Yet, Ananias? I have done. Or changing His parcel guilt, to massy Gold. You cannot But raise you Friends. With all, to be of power To pay an army, in the field; to buy The King of France, out of his Realms; or Spain, Out of his Indies: What can you not do, Against Lords Spiritual, or Temporal, That shall oppone you? Verily, 'tis true. We may be temporal Lords, ourselves, I take it. You may be any thing, and leave of to make Long-winded exercises: or suck up, Your ha, and hum, in a tune. I not deny, But such as are not graced, in a State, May, for their ends, be adverse in Religion, And get a tune, to call the flock together: For (to say sooth) a tune does much, with women, And other phlegmatic people, It is your Bell. Bells are profane, a tune may be religious. No warning with you? Then, farewell my patience. 'Slight, it shall down: I will not be thus tortured. I pray you, Sir. All shall perish. I have spoke it.
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Sir, be appeased, Hee is come to humble Himselfe in Spirit, and to aske your patience, If too much zeale hath carried him, aside, From the due path. Why, this doth qualefie. The Brethren had no purpose, verely, To giue you the least greeuance: but are ready To lend their willing hands, to any proiect The Spirit, and you direct. This qualefies more. And, for the Orphanes goods, let them be valew'd, Or what is needfull, else, to the holy Worke, It shall be numbred: Here, by me, the Saints Throw downe their purse before you. This qualifies, most. Why, thus it should be, now you vnderstand. Haue I discoursd so vnto you, of our Stone? And, of the good that it shall bring your cause? Shew'd you (beside the mayne of hiring forces Abroad, drawing the Hollanders, your friends, From the' Indies, to serue you, with all their Fleete) That euen the med'cinall vse shall make you a faction, And party in the Realme. As, put the case, That some great Man, in stat, he haue the Gout, Why you but send three droppes of your Elixir, You help him straight: There you haue made a Friend. Another has the Palsey, or the Dropsie, He takes of your incombustible stuffe, Hee's yong againe: There you haue made a Friend. A Lady, that is past the feate of body, Though not of minde, and hath her face decay'd Beyond all cure of painting; you restore With the Oyle of Talk: There you haue made a Friend. And all her friends. A Lord, that is a Leper, A Knight, that has the bone-ache, or a Squire That hath both these, you make'hem smooth, and sound, With a bare fricace of your med'cine: Still, You increase your Friends. I, 'tis very praegnant. And, then, the turning of this Lawyers pewter To plate, at Christ-masse. Christ-tide, I pray you. Yet, Ananias? I haue done. Or changing His parcell guilt, to massy Gold. You cannot But raise you Friends. With all, to be of power To pay an armie, in the field; to buy The King of France, out of his Realmes; or Spaine, Out of his Indies: What can you not doe, Against Lords Spirituall, or Temporall, That shall oppone you? Verely, 'tis true. We may be temporall Lords, our selues, I take it. You may be any thing, and leaue of to make Long-winded exercises: or suck vp, Your ha, and hum, in a tune. I not deny, But such as are not graced, in a State, May, for their endes, be aduerse in Religion, And get a tune, to call the flocke together: For (to say sooth) a tune do's much, with women, And other phlegmatick people, It is your Bell. Bells are prophane, a tune may be religious. No warning with you? Then, farewell my patience. 'Slight, it shall downe: I will not be thus tortur'd. I pray you, Sir. All shall perish. I haue spoke it.