Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 534 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
I have blown, sir, Hard, for your woship; thrown by many a coal, When 'twas not beech; weighed those I put in, just, To keep your heat, still even; These bleared-eyes Have waked, to read i' several colours, sir, Of the pale citron, the green lion, the crow, The peacocks tail, the plumed swan. And, lastly, Thou hast descried the flower, the sanguis agni? Yes, sir. Where's master? At's prayers, sir, he, Good man, he's doing his devotions, For the success. Lungs, I will set a period, To all thy labours: Thou shalt be the master Of my seraglias. Good, sir. But do you hear? I'll geld you, Lungs. Yes, sir. For I do mean To have a list of wives, and concubines, Equal with SALOMON; who had the stone Alike, with me: and I will make me, a back With the elixir, that shall be as tough As HERCULES, to encounter fifty a night. thouart sure, thou sawst it blood? Both blood, and spirit, sir. I will have all my beds, blown up; not stuffed: down is too hard. And then, mine oval room, Filled with such pictures, as TIBERIUS took From ELEPHANTIS: and dull ARETINE But coldly imitated. Then, my glasses, Cut in more subtle angles, to disperse, And multiply the figures, as I walk Naked between my succubae. My mists I'll have of perfume, vapoured 'bout the room, To lose ourselves in; and my baths, like pits To fall into: from whence, we will come forth, And roll us dry in gossamour, and roses. (Is it arrived at ruby?)— Where I spy A wealthy citizen, or rich lawyer, Have a sublimed pure wife, unto that fellow I'll send a thousand pound, to be my cuckold. And I shall carry it? No. I'll ha' no bawds, But fathers, and mothers. They will do it best. Best of all others. And, my flatterers Shall be the pure, and gravest of Divines, That I can get for money. My mere fools, Eloquent burgesses, and then my poets The same that writ so subtly of the fart, Whom I will entertain, still, for that subject. The few, that would give out themselves, to be Court, and town-stallions, and, each where, belie Ladies, who are known most innocent, for them; Those will I beg, to make me eunuchs of: And they shall fan me with ten ostrich tails A piece, made in a plume, to gather wind. We will be brave, Puff, now we ha' the medicine. My meat, shall all come in, in Indian shells, Dishes of agate, set in gold, and studded, With emeralds, sapphires, hyacinths, and rubies. The tongues of carps, dormice, and camels heels, Boiled i'the spirit of SOL, and dissolved pearl, (APICIUS diet, 'gainst the epilepsy) And I will eat these broths, with spoons of amber, Headed with diamant, and carbuncle. My footboy shall eat pheasants, calvered salmons, Knots, godwits, lampreys: I myself will have The beards of barbels, served, in stead of salads; Oiled mushrooms; and the swelling unctuous paps Of a fat pregnant sow, newly cut off, Dressed with an exquisite, and poignant sauce; For which, I'll say unto my cook, there's gold, Go forth, and be a knight.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I haue blowne, ſir, Hard, for your woſhip; throwne by many a coale, When 'twas not beech; weigh'd thoſe I put in, iuſt, To keepe your heat, ſtill euen; Theſe bleard-eyes Haue wak'd, to reade y our ſeuerall colours, ſir, Of the pale citron, the greene lyon, the crow, The peacocks taile, the plumed ſwan. And, laſtly, Thou haſt deſcryed the flower, the ſanguis agni? Yes, ſir. Where's maſter? At's praiers, ſir, he, Good man, hee's doing his deuotions, For the ſucceſſe. Lungs, I will ſet a period, To all thy labours: Thou ſhalt be the maſter Of my ſeraglia. Good, ſir. But doe you heare? I'll geld you, Lungs. Yes, ſir. For I doe meane To haue a liſt of wiues, and concubines, Equall with SALOMON; who had the ſtone Alike, with me: and I will make me, a back With the elixir, that ſhall be as tough As HERCVLES, to encounter fiftie a night. Th'art ſure, thou ſaw'ſt it bloud? Both bloud, and ſpirit, ſir. I will haue all my beds, blowne vp; not ſtuft: Downe is too hard. And then, mine oual roome, Fill'd with ſuch pictures, as TIBERIVS tooke From ELEPHANTIS: and dull ARETINE But coldly imitated. Then, my glaſſes, Cut in more ſubtill angles, to diſperſe, And multiply the figures, as I walke Naked betweene my ſuccubae. My miſts I'le haue of perfume, vapor'd 'bout the roome, To looſe our ſelues in; and my baths, like pits To fall into: from whence, we will come forth, And rowle vs drie in goſſamour, and roſes. (Is it arriu'd at ruby?) — Where I ſpie A wealthy citizen, or rich lawyer, Haue a sublim'd pure wife, vnto that fellow I'll send a thousand pound, to be my cuckold. And I shall carry it? No. I'll ha' no bawds, But fathers, and mothers. They will doe it best. Best of all others. And, my flatterers Shall be the pure, and grauest of Diuines, That I can get for money. My mere fooles, Eloquent burgesses, and then my poets The same that writ so subtly of the fart, Whom I will entertaine, still, for that subiect. The few, that would giue out themselues, to be Court, and towne-stallions, and, each where, belye Ladies, who are knowne most innocent, for them; Those will I begge, to make me eunuchs of: And they shall fan me with ten estrich tailes A piece, made in a plume, to gather wind. We will be braue, Puffe, now we ha' the med'cine. My meat, shall all come in, in Indian shells, Dishes of agate, set in gold, and studded, With emeralds, saphyres, hiacynths, and rubies. The tongues of carpes, dormise, and camels heeles, Boil'd i'the spirit of SOL, and dissolu'd pearle, (APICIVS diet, 'gainst the epilepsie) And I will eate these broaths, with spoones of amber, Headed with diamant, and carbuncle. My foot-boy shall eate phesants, caluerd salmons, Knots, godwits, lamprey's: I my selfe will haue The beards of barbels, seru'd, in stead of sallades; Oild mushromes; and the swelling vnctuous paps Of a fat pregnant sow, newly cut off, Drest with an exquisite, and poynant sauce; For which, Ile say vnto my cooke, there's gold, Goe forth, and be a knight.