Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.77 · 506 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.
By JOVE, sir, I'll win ten thousand pound, and send you half. I-fac's no oath. No, no, he did but jest. Go too. Go, thank the Doctor. He's your friend To take it so. I thank his worship. So? Another angel. Must I? Must you? 'slight, What else is thanks? will you be trivial? Doctor, When must he come, for his familiar? Shall I not ha'it with me? O, good sir! There must a world of ceremonies pass, You must be bathed, and fumigated, first; Besides, the Queen of fairy does not rise, Till it be noon. Not, if she danced, tonight. And she must bless it. Did you never see Her royal Grace, yet? Whom? Your aunt of fairy? Not, since she kissed him, in the cradle, Captain, I can resolve you that. Well, see her Grace, whate'er it cost you, for a thing that I know! It will be somewhat hard to compass: but, however, see her. You are made, believe it, If you can see her. Her Grace is a lone woman, And very rich, and if she take a fancy, She will do strange things. See her, at any hand. 'Slid, she may hap to leave you all she has! It is the doctor's fear. How will't be done, then? Let me alone, take you no thought. Do you But say to me, Captain, I'll see her Grace. Captain, I'll see her Grace. Enough. Who's there? anon. (Conduct him forth, by the back way) Sir, against one o'clock, prepare yourself. Till when you must be fasting; only, take Three drops of vinegar, in, at your nose; Two at your mouth; and one, at either ear; Then, bathe your fingers ends; and wash your eyes; To sharpen your five senses; and, cry hum, Thrice; and then buz, as often; and then, come. Can you remember this? I warrant you. Well, then, away. 'Tis, but your bestowing Some twenty nobles, 'mong her grace's servants; And, put on a clean shirt: You do not know What grace her Grace may do you in clean linen. COme in (Good wives, I pray you forbear me, now. Troth I can do you no good, till afternoon) What is your name, say you, ABEL DRUGGER? Yes, sir. A seller of tobacco? Yes, sir. Umh. Free of the Grocers? ay, an't please you. Well— Your business, ABEL? This, an't please your worship, I'm a young beginner, and am building Of a new shop, an't like your worship; just, At corner of a street: (Here's the plot on't.) And I would know, by art, sir, of your worship, Which way I should make my door, by necromancy. And, where my shelves. And, which should be for boxes. And, which for pots. I would be glad to thrive, sir. And, I was wished to your worship, by a gentleman, One Captain FACE, that says you know men's planets, And their good angels, and their bad. I do, If I do see 'em— What! my honest ABEL? Thou art well met, here!
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 473–554 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 40 in this edition
Length
506 words · 732 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.775 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
By IOVE, sir, I'll winne ten thousand pound, and send you halfe. I-fac's no oath. No, no, he did but iest. Goe too. Goe, thanke the Doctor. He's your friend To take it so. I thanke his worship. So? Another angell. Must I? Must you? Slight, What else is thankes? will you be triuiall? Doctor, When must he come, for his familiar? Shall I not ha'it with me? O, good sir! There must a world of ceremonies passe, You must be bath'd, and fumigated, first; Besides, the Queene of Faerie do's not rise, Till it be noone. Not, if she daunc'd, to night. And she must blesse it. Did you neuer see Her royall Grace, yet? Whom? Your aunt of Faerie? Not, since she kist him, in the cradle, Captayne, I can resolue you that. Well, see her Grace, What ere it cost you, for a thing that I know! It will be somewhat hard to compasse: but, How euer, see her. You are made, beleeue it, If you can see her. Her Grace is a lone woman, And very rich, and if she take a phant'sye, She will doe strange things. See her, at any hand. 'Slid, she may hap to leaue you all she has! It is the Doctors feare. How will't be done, then? Let me alone, take you no thought. Doe you But say to me, Captayne, I'll see her Grace. Captain, I'll see her Grace. Inough. Who's there? Anone. (Conduct him forth, by the backe way) Sir, against one a clock, prepare your selfe. Till when you must be fasting; onely, take Three drops of vinegar, in, at your nose; Two at your mouth; and one, at either eare; Then, bath your fingers endes; and wash your eyes; To sharpen your fiue senses; and, cry hum, Thrise; and then buz, as often; and then, come. Can you remember this? I warrant you. Well, then, away. 'Tis, but your bestowing Some twenty nobles, 'mong her Graces seruants; And, put on a cleane shirt▪ You doe not know What grace her Grace may doe you in cleane linnen. COme in (Good wiues, I pray you forbeare me, now. Troth I can doe you no good, till after-noone) What is your name, say you, ABEL DRVGGER? Yes, sir. A seller of tabacco? Yes, sir. 'Vmh. Free of the Grocers? I, and't please you. Well— Your businesse, ABEL? This, and't please your worship, I'am a yong beginner, and am building Of a new shop, and't like your worship; iust, At corner of a street: (Here's the plot on't.) And I would know, by art, sir, of your worship, Which way I should make my dore, by necromancie. And, where my shelues. And, which should be for boxes. And, which for pots. I would be glad to thriue, sir. And, I was wish'd to your worship, by a gentleman, One Captaine FACE, that say's you know mens planets, And their good angels, and their bad. I doe, If I doe see 'hem— What! my honest ABEL? Thou art well met, here!