Jonson, Ben · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Must, you? ay, if your fortune will, you must. Come Sir, the Captain will come to us presently. I'll ha'you to my Chamber of Demonstrations, Where I'll show you both the Grammar, and Logic, And 〈◊〉 of quarreling, my whole method, Drawn out in Tables, and my Instrument, That hath the several Scale upon't, shall make you Able to quarrel, at a straws breadth, by Moonlight. And, Lady, I'll have you look in a Glass, Some half an hour, but to clear your eyesight, Against you see your Fortune, which is greater, Than I may judge upon the sudden, trust me. WHere are you, Doctor? I'll come to you presently. I will ha' this same Widow, now I ha' seen her, On any composition. What do you say? Ha' you disposed of them? I ha' sent 'em up. Subtle, in troth. I needs must have this Widow. Is that the matter? Nay, but hear me. Go to If you rebel once, Dol shall know it all. Therefore, be quiet, and obey your chance. Nay, thou art so violent now. Do but conceive, Thou art old, and canst not serve— Who, cannot I? 'Sblood, I will serve her with thee, for a— Nay, But understand: I'll give you composition. I will not treat with thee: what, sell my Fortune? 'Tis better than my Birthright. Do not murmur. Win her, and carry her. If you grumble, Dol Knows it directly. Well Sir, I am silent. Will you go help, to fetch in Don, in state? I follow you Sir, we must keep Face in awe, Or he will overlook us like a Tyrant. Brain of a Tailor! Who comes here? Don Ion● Sennores, beso las manos, à vuestras mercedes. Would you had stooped a little, and kissed our ants. Peace Subtle. Stab me; I shall never hold, man. He looks in that deep Ruff, like a Head in a platter, Served in by a short Cloak upon two tressils. Or, what do you say to a Collar of Brawn, cut down Beneath the sauce, and wriggled with a knife? 'Slud, he does look too fat to be a Spaniard. Perhaps some Fleming, or some Hollander got him In D'alua's time: Count Egmont's Bastard. Don, Your scurvy, yellow Madril face is welcome. Gratia. He speaks, out of a Fortification. Pray God, He ha' no squibs in those deep sets. Por dios, Sennores, muy linda Casa! What says he? Praises the house, I think, I know no more But's action. Yes, the Casa, My precious Diego, will prove fair enough, To cousin you in. Do you mark? you shall Be cozened, Diego. Cozened, do you see? My worthy Donzel, Cozened. Entiendo. Do you intent it? So do we dear Don. Have you brought Pistolets? or Portague? My solemn Don? Dost thou feel any? Full. You shall be emptied, Don; pumped, and drawn, Dry, as they say. Milked, in troth, sweet Don. See all the Monsters; the great Lion of all, Don. Con licencia, se puede ver à esta Sennorà? What talks he now?
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Must, you? I, if your fortune will, you must. Come Sir, the Captaine will come to vs presently. I'll ha'you to my Chamber of Demonstrations, Where I'll shew you both the Grammar, and Logick, And of Quarrelling, my whole method, Drawne out in Tables, and my Instrument, That hath the seuerall Scae vpon't, shall make you Able to quarrell, at a strawes breadth, by Moone-light. And, Lady, I'll haue you looke in a Glasse, Some halfe an hower, but to cleare your eye-sight, Against you see your Fortune, which is greater, Then I may iudge vpon the sodaine, trust mee. VVHere are you, Doctor? I'll come to you presently. I will ha' this same Widdow, now I ha' seene her, On any composition. What doe you say? Ha' you dispos'd of them? I ha' sent 'hem vp. Subtle, in troth. I needs must haue this Widdow. Is that the matter? Nay, but heare me. Goe to If you rebell once, Dol shall know it all. Therefore, be quiet, and obey your chance. Nay, thou at so violent now. Do but conceiue, Thou art old, and canst not serue— Who, cannot I? 'Sblood, I will serue her with thee, for a— Nay, But vnderstand: I'll giue you composition. I will not treat with thee: what, sell my Fortune? 'Tis better then my Birth-right. Doe not murmure. Winne her, and carry her. If you grumble, Dol Knowes it directly. Well Sir, I am silent. Will you goe help, to fetch in Don, in state? I follow you Sir, we must keepe Face in awe, Or he will ouer-looke vs like a Tyranne. Braine of a Taylor! Who comes here? Don Ion Sennores, beso las manos, à vuestras mercedes. Would you had stoup'd a little, and kist our ans. Peace Subtle. Stab me; I shall neuer hold, man. He lookes in that deepe Ruffe, like a Head in a platter, Seru'd in by a short Cloke vpon two tressils. Or, what doe you say to a Collar of Brawne, cut downe Beneath the Souse, and wriggled with a knife? 'Slud, he do's looke too fat to be a Spaniard. Perhaps some Fleming, or some Hollander got him In D'alua's time: Count Egmonts Bastard. Don, Your sciruy, yellow Madril face is welcome. Gratia. He speakes, out of a Fortification. 'Pray God, He ha' no squibs in those deepe sets. Por dios, Sennores, muy linda Casa! What sayes he? Praises the house, I thinke, I know no more But's action. Yes, the Casa, My precious Diego, will proue fayre inough, To cossen you in. Doe you marke? you shall Be cossened, Diego. Cossened, doe you see? My worthy Donzel, Cossened. Entendo. Do you intend it? So doe we deare Don. Haue you brought Pistolets? or Portagues? My solemne Dn? Dost thou feele any? Full. You shall be emptied, Don; pumped, and drawne, Dry, as they say. Milked, in troth, sweet Don. See all the Monsters; the great Lion of all, Don. Con licencia, se puede ver à esta Sennorà? What talkes he now?