Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.80 · 496 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Why so, my good baboons! Shall we go make A sort of sober, scurvy, precise neighbours, (That scarce have smiled twice, sin' the king came in) A feast of laughter, at our follies? rascals, Would run themselves from breath, to see me ride, Or you t'have but a hole, to thrust your heads in, For which you should pay ear-rent? No, agree. And may DONE Provost ride a feasting, long, In his old velvet jerkin, and stained scarves, (My noble Sovereign, and worthy General) Ere we contribute a new cruel garter To his most worsted worship. Royal DOL! Spoken like CLARIDIANA, and thyself! For which, at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph, And not be styled DOL Common, but DOL Proper, DOL Singular: the longest cut, at night, Shall draw thee for his DOL Particular. Who's that? one rings. To the window, Pray heaven, The master do not trouble us, this quarter. O, fear not him. While there dies one, a week, O'the plague, he's safe, from thinking toward London. Beside, he's busy at his hop-yards, now: I had a letter from him. If he do, he'll send such word, for airing o' the house As you shall have sufficient time, to quit it: Though we break up a fortnight, 'tis no matter. Who is it, DOL? A fine young quodling. O, My lawyer's clerk, I lighted on, last night, In Holborn, at the dagger. He would have (I told you of him) a familiar, To rifle with, at horses, and win cups. O, let him in. Stay. Who shall do't? Get you Your robes on. I will meet him, as going out. And what shall I do? Not be seen, away. Seem you very reserved. Enough. God b'w'you, sir. I pray you, let him know that I was here. His name is DAPPER. I would gladly have stayed, but— captain, I am here. Who's that? He's come, I think, Doctor. Good faith, sir, I was going away. In truth, I'm very sorry, Captain. But I thought Sure, I should meet you. ay, I'm very glad. I'had a scurvy writ, or two, to make, And I had lent my watch last night, to one That dines, today, at the sheriffs: and so was robbed Of my pastime. Is this the cunning-man? This is his worship. Is he a Doctor? Yes. And ha'you broke with him, Captain? I. And how? Faith, he does make the matter, sir, so dainty, I know not what to say— Not so, good Captain. Would I were fairly rid on't, believe me. Nay, now you grieve me, sir. Why should you wish so? I dare assure you. I'll not be ungrateful. I cannot think you will, sir. But the law Is such a thing— And then, he says, Read's matter Falling so lately— read? He was an ass, And dealt, sir, with a fool. It was a clerk, sir. A clerk? Nay, hear me, sir, you know the law Better, I think—
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 229–307 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 40 in this edition
Length
496 words · 736 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
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)
Why so, my good babounes! Shall we goe make A sort of sober, sciruy, precise neighbours, (That scarse haue smil'd twise, sin' the king came in) A feast of laughter, at our follies? raskalls, Would runne themselues from breath, to see me ride, Or you t'haue but a hole, to thrust your heads in, For which you should pay eare-rent? No, agree. And may Don Prouost ride a feasting, long, In his old veluet ierken, and stayn'd scarfes, (My noble Soueraigne, and worthy Generall) Ere we contribute a new crewell garter To his most worsted worship. Royall DOL! Spoken like CLARIDIANA, and thy selfe! For which, at supper, thou shalt sit in triumph, And not be stil'd DOL Common, but DOL Proper, DOL Singular: the longest cut, at night, Shall draw thee for his DOL Particular. Who's that? one rings. To the windo', Pray heau'n, The master doe not trouble vs, this quarter. O, feare not him. While there dyes one, a weeke, O'the plague, hee's safe, from thinking toward London. Beside, hee's busie at his hop-yards, now: I had a letter from him. If he doe, Hee'll send such word, for ayring o' the house As you shall haue sufficient time, to quit it: Though we breake vp a fortnight, 'tis no matter. Who is it, DOL? A fine yong quodling. O, My Lawyers clarke, I lighted on, last night, In Hol'bourne, at the dagger. He would haue (I told you of him) a familiar, To rifle with, at horses, and winne cups. O, let him in. Stay. Who shall doo't? Get you Your robes on. I will meet him, as going out. And what shall I doe? Not be seene, away. Seeme you very reseru'd. Inough. God b'w'you, sir. I pray you, let him know that I was here. His name is DAPPER. I would gladly haue staid, but— CAptaine, I am here. Who's that? He's come, I think, Doctor. Good faith, sir, I was going away. In truth, I'am very sorry, Captaine. But I thought Sure, I should meet you. I, I'am very glad. I'had a sciruy writ, or two, to make, And I had lent my watch last night, to one That dines, to day, at the shrieffs: and so was rob'd Of my passe-time. Is this the cunning-man? This is his worship. Is he a Doctor? Yes. And ha'you broke with him, Captain? I. And how? Faith, he do's make the matter, sir, so daintie, I know not what to say— Not so, good Captaine. Would I were fairely rid on't, beleeue me. Nay, now you grieue me, sir. Why should you wish so? I dare assure you. I'll not be vngratefull. I cannot thinke you will, sir. But the law Is such a thing— And then, he sayes, Reade's matter Falling so lately— Reade? He was an asse, And dealt, sir, with a foole. It was a clarke, sir. A clarke? Nay, heare me, sir, you know the law Better, I thinke—