Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.70 · 508 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.
Yes. And blow up gamester, after gamester, As they do crackers, in a puppit-play. If I do give him a familiar, Give you him all you play for; never set him: For he will have it. You're mistaken, Doctor. Why, he does ask one but for cups, and horses, A rifling fly: none o'your great familiars. Yes, Captain, I would have it, for all games. I told you so. 'Slight, that's a new business! I understood you, a tame bird, to fly Twice in a term, or so; on friday-nights, When you had left the office: for a nag, Of forty, or fifty shillings. I, 'tis true, sir, But I do think, now, I shall leave the law, And therefore— Why, this changes quite the case! doyou think, that I dare move him? If you please, sir, All's one to him, I see. What! for that money? I cannot with my conscience. Nor should you Make the request, me thinks. No, sir, I mean To add consideration. Why, then, sir, I'll try. Say, that it were for all games, Doctor? I say, then, not a mouth shall eat for him At any ordinary, but o'the score, That is a gaming mouth, conceive me. Indeed! he'll draw you all the treasure of the realm, If it be set him. Speak you this from art? I, sir, and reason too: the ground of art. he's o'the only best complexion, The queen of Fairy loves. What! is he! Peace. he'll overhear you. Sir, should she but see him— What? Do not you tell him. Will he win at cards too? The spirits of dead HOLLAND, living ISAAC, You'd swear, were in him: such a vigorous luck As cannot be resisted. 'Slight he'll put Six o'your gallants, to a cloak, indeed. A strange success, that some man shall be borne too! He hears you, man— Sir, I'll not be ingrateful. Faith, I have a confidence in his good nature: You hear, he says, he will not be ingrateful. Why, as you please, my venture follows yours. Troth, do it, Doctor. Think him trusty, and make him. He may make us both happy in an hour: Win some five thousand pound, and send us too on't. Believe it, and I will, sir. And you shall, sir. You have heard all? No, what was't? nothing, I sir. Nothing? A little, sir. Well, a rare star Reigned, at your birth. At mine, sir? no. The Doctor Swears that you are— Nay, Captain, you'll tell all, now. Allied to the queen of Fairy. Who? that I am? Believe it, no such matter— Yes, and that Yo'were borne with a caule o'your head. Who says so? Come. You know it well enough, though you dissemble it. I-fac, I do not. You are mistaken. How! Swear by your fac? and in a thing so known Unto the Doctor? How shall we, sir, trust you I'the other matter? Can we ever think, When you have won five, or six thousand pound, You'll send us shares in't, by this rate?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 388–472 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 40 in this edition
Length
508 words · 741 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.701 (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)
Yes. And blow vp gamſter, after gamſter, As they doe crackers, in a puppit-play. If I doe giue him a familiar, Giue you him all you play for; neuer ſet him: For he will haue it. Y'are miſtaken, Doctor. Why, he do's aske one but for cups, and horſes, A rifling flye: none o'your great familiars. Yes, Captayne, I would haue it, for all games. I told you ſo. 'Slight, that's a new buſineſſe! I vnderſtood you, a tame bird, to flie Twiſe in a terme, or ſo; on friday-nights, When you had left the office: for a nagge, Of fortie, or fiftie ſhillings. I, 'tis true, ſir, But I doe thinke, now, I ſhall leaue the law, And therefore— Why, this changes quite the caſe! Do'you thinke, that I dare moue him? If you pleaſe, ſir, All's one to him, I ſee. What! for that money? I cannot with my conſcience. Nor ſhould you Make the request, me thinkes. No, ſir, I meane To adde conſideration. Why, then, ſir, I'll trie. Say, that it were for all games, Doctor? I ſay, then, not a mouth ſhall eate for him At any ordinarie, but o'the ſcore, That is a gaming mouth, conceiue me. Indeed! Hee'll draw you all the treaſure of the realme, If it be ſet him. Speake you this from art? I, ſir, and reaſon too: the ground of art. H'is o'the onely beſt complexion, The queene of Fairy loues. What! is he! Peace. Hee'll ouer-heare you. Sir, ſhould ſhee but ſee him— What? Do not you tell him. Will he win at cards too? The ſpirits of dead HOLLAND, liuing ISAAC, You'ld ſweare, were in him: ſuch a vigorous luck As cannot be reſiſted. 'Slight hee'll put Sixe o'your gallants, to a cloke, indeed. A ſtrange ſucceſſe, that ſome man ſhall be borne too! He heares you, man— Sir, Ile not be ingratefull. Faith, I haue a confidence in his good nature: You heare, he ſayes, he will not be ingratefull. Why, as you pleaſe, my venture followes yours. Troth, doe it, Doctor. Thinke him truſtie, and make him. He may make vs both happy in an houre: Win ſome fiue thouſand pound, and ſend vs two on't. Beleeue it, and I will, ſir. And you ſhall, ſir. You haue heard all? No, what was't? nothing, I ſir. Nothing? A little, ſir. Well, a rare ſtarre Raign'd, at your birth. At mine, ſir? no. The Doctor Sweares that you are— Nay, Captaine, yo'll tell all, now. Allyed to the queene of Faerie. Who? that I am? Beleeue it, no ſuch matter— Yes, and that Yo'were borne with a caule o'your head. Who ſaies ſo? Come. You know it well inough, though you diſſemble it. I-fac, I doe not. You are miſtaken. How! Sweare by your fac? and in a thing so knowne Vnto the Doctor? How shall we, sir, trust you I'the other matter? Can we euer thinke, When you haue wonne fiue, or sixe thousand pound, You'll send vs shares in't, by this rate?