Jonson, Ben · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.81 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
In troth we had been a shooting, And had a piece of fat Ram-Mutton, to supper, That lay so heavy o'my stomach— And he has no head To bear any Wine; for, what with the noise o'the Fiddlers, And care of his shop, for he dares keep no Servants— My head did so ache— As he was fain to be brought home, The Doctor told me. And then a good Old Woman— (Yes faith she dwells in Seacoale-lane) did cure me, With sodden Ale, and Pellitory o'the Wall; Cost me but two pence. I had another sickness, Was worse than that. ay, that was with the grief Thou tookst for being seast at eighteen pence, For the waterwork In truth, and it was like T'have cost me almost my life. Thy hair went off? Yes, Sir, 'twas done for spite Nay, so says the Doctor. Pray thee Tobacco-Boy, Go fetch my Sister, I'll see this learned Boy, before I go: And so shall she. Sir, he is bu●e now: But, if you have a Sister to fetch 〈◊〉, Perhaps, your own pains may command her sooner; And he, by that time, will be free. I go, Sir. Drugger, she's thine; the Damask. Subtle, and I Must wrestle for her. Come on, Mr. Dapper. You see, how I turn Clients, here, away, To give your cause dispatch. Ha'you performed The ceremonies were enjoined you? Yes, o'the Vinegar, And the clean shirt. 'Tis well: that shirt may do you More Worship than you think. Your Aunt's a fire But that she will not show it, t'have a sight on you. Ha' you provided for her Grace's Servants? Yes here are sixscore Edward shillings. Good. And an old Harry's Sovereign. Very good. And three Iames shillings, and an Elizabeth groat, Just twenty nobles. O, you are too just. I would you had had the other Noble in Maries. I have some Philip and Maries. I those same Are best of all. Where are they? Hark, the Doctor. IS yet her Grace's Cousin come? He is come. And is he fasting? Yes. And hath cried Hum? Thrice, you must answer. Thrice. And as oft Buz? If you have, say. I have. Then, to her Cousin, Hoping, that he hath vinegard his senses, As he was bid, the Fairy Queen dispenses, By me, this rob, the Petticoat of Fortune; Which that he strait put on, she doth importune. And though to Fortune near be her Petticoat, Yet, nearer is her Smock, the Queen doth note: And, therefore, even of that a piece she hath sent, Which, being a Child, to wrap him in, was rend; And prays him, for a scarf, he now will wear it (With as much love, as than her Grace did tear it) About his eyes to show, he is fortunate. And, trusting unto her to make his State, he'll throw away all worldly pelf, about him; Which that he will perform, she doth not doubt him.
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Length
496 words · 722 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.813 (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
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
In troth wee had beene a shooting, And had a peece of fat Ram-Mutton, to supper, That lay so heauy o'my stomack— And he has no head To beare any Wine; for, what with the noyse o'the Fiddlers, And care of his shop, for he dares keepe no Seruants— My head did so ake— As he was faine to be brought home, The Doctor told me. And then a good Old Woman— (Yes faith she dwels in Seacoale-lane) did cure me, With sodden Ale, and Pellitorie o'the Wall; Cost me but two pence. I had another sicknesse, Was worse then that. I, that was with the griefe Thou took st for bing seast at eighteene pence, For the water-worke In truth, and it was like T'haue cost me almost my life. Thy hayre went off? Yes, Sir, twas done for spight Nay, so sayes the Doctor. Pray thee Tobacco-Boy, Goe fetch my Suster, I'll see this learned Boy, before I goe: And so shall he. Sir, he is bue now: But, if you haue a Sister to fetch , Perhaps, your owne paines may command her sooner; And he, by that time, will be free. I goe, Sir. Drugger, shee's thine; the Damase. Subtle, and I Must wrastle for her. Come on, Mr. Dapper. You see, how I turne Clients, here, away, To giue your cause dispatch. Ha'you perform'd The ceremonies were inioyn'd you? Yes, o'the Vinegar, And the cleane shirt. 'Tis well: that shirt may doe you More Worship then you thinke. Your Aunt's a fire But that she will not shew it, t'haue a sight on you. Ha' you prouided for her Graces Seruants? Yes here are six-score Edward shillings. Good. And an old Harry's Soueraigne. Very good. And three Iames shillings, and an Elizabeth groat, Iust twenty nobles. O, you are too iust. I would you had had the other Noble in Maris. I haue some Philip and Maries. I those same Are best of all. Where are they? Hearke, the Doctor. IS yet her Graces Cossen come? He is come. And is he fasting? Yes. And hath cry'd Hum? Thrise, you must answere. Thrise. And as oft Buz? If you haue, say. I haue. Then, to her Cuz, Hoping, that he hath vinegard his senses, As he was bid, the Faery Queene dispenses, By me, this Robe, the Peticoate of Fortune; Which that he straight put on, she doth importune. And though to Fortune neere be her Peticoate, Yet, nearer is her Smock, the Queene doth note: And, therefore, euen of that a piece she hath sent, Which, being a Child, to wrap him in, was rent; And prayes him, for a scarfe, he now will weare it (With as much loue, as then her Grace did teare it) About his eyes to shew, he is fortunate. And, trusting vnto her to make his State, Hee'll throw away all worldly pelfe, about him; Which that hee will performe, she doth not doubt him.