Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 488 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.
Sir, I'll go look A little, how it heightens. Do. My shirts I'll have of taffata-sarsnet, soft, and light As cobwebs; and for all my other raiment It shall be such, as might provoke the Persian; Were he to teach the world riot, a new. My gloves of fishes, and birds-skins, perfumed With gums of paradise, and eastern air— And doyou think to have the stone, with this? No, I do think, t'have all this, with the stone. Why, I have heard, he must be homo frugi, A pious, holy, and religious man, One free from mortal sin, a very virgin. That makes it, sir, he is so. But I buy it. My venture brings it me. He, honest wretch, A notable, superstitious, good soul, Has worn his knees bare, and his slippers bald, With prayer, and fasting for it: and, sir, let him doit alone, for me, still. Here he comes, Not a profane word, afore him: 'Tis poison. GOod morrow, father. Gentle son, good morrow, And, to your friend, there. What is he, is with you? An heretic, that I did bring along, In hope, sir, to convert him. Son, I doubt You're covetous, that thus you meet your time I'the just point: prevent your day, at morning. This argues something, worthy of a fear Of importune, and carnal appetite. Take heed, you do not cause the blessing leave you, With your ungoverned haste. I should be sorry, To see my labours, now, e'en at perfection, Got by long watching, and large patience, Not prosper, where my love, and zeal hath placed 'em. Which (heaven I call to witness, with yourself, To whom, I have poured my thoughts) in all my ends, Have looked no way, but unto public good, To pious uses, and dear charity, No grown a prodigy with men. Wherein If you, my son, should now prevaricate, And, to your own particular lusts, employ So great, and catholic a bliss: be sure, A curse will follow, yea, and overtake Your subtle, and most secret ways. I know, sir, You shall not need to fear me. I but come, To ha'you confute this gentleman. Who is, Indeed, sir, somewhat caustive of belief Toward your stone: would not be gulled. Well, son, All that I can convince him in, is this, The work is done: Bright SOL is in his rob. We have a medicine of the triple Soul, The glorified spirit. Thanks be to heaven, And make us worthy of it. Ulenspiegel. anon, sir. Look well to the register, And let your heat, still, lessen by degrees, To the Aludels. Yes, sir. Did you look O'the Bolts-head yet? Which on D. sir? I, What's the complexion? Whitish. Infuse vinegar, To draw his volatile substance, and his tincture: And let the water in Glass E. be feltered, And put into the Gripes egg. Lute him well; And leave him closed in balneo. I will, sir.
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Sir, I'll goe looke A little, how it heightens. Doe. My shirts I'll haue of taffata-sarsnet, soft, and light As cob-webs; and for all my other rayment It shall be such, as might prouoke the Persian; Were he to teach the world riot, a new. My gloues of fishes, and birds-skins, perfum'd With gummes of paradise, and easterne aire— And do'you thinke to haue the stone, with this? No, I doe thinke, t'haue all this, with the stone. Why, I haue heard, he must be homo frugi, A pious, holy, and religious man, One free from mortall sinne, a very virgin. That makes it, sir, he is so. But I buy it. My venter brings it me. He, honest wretch, A notable, superstitious, good soule, Has worne his knees bare, and his slippers bald, With prayer, and fasting for it: and, sir, let him Do'it alone, for me, still. Here he comes, Not a prophane word, afore him: 'Tis poyson. GOod morrow, father. Gentle sonne, good morrow, And, to your friend, there. What is he, is with you? An heretique, that I did bring along, In hope, sir, to conuert him. Sonne, I doubt Yo'are couetous, that thus you meet your time I'the iust point: preuent your day, at morning. This argues something, worthy of a feare Of importune, and carnall appetite. Take heed, you doe not cause the blessing leaue you, With your vngouern'd hast. I should be sorry, To see my labours, now, e'ene at perfection, Got by long watching, and large patience, Not prosper, where my loue, and zeale hath plac'd 'hem. Which (heauen I call to witnesse, with your selfe, To whom, I haue pour'd my thoughts) in all my ends, Haue look'd no way, but vnto publique good, To pious vses, and deere charitie, No growne a prodigie with men. Wherein If you, my sonne, should now preuaricate, And, to your owne particular lusts, employ So great, and catholique a blisse: be sure, A curse will follow, yea, and ouertake Your subtle, and most secret wayes. I know, sir, You shall not need to feare me. I but come, To ha'you confute this gentleman. Who is, Indeed, sir, somewhat caustiue of beliefe Toward your stone: would not be gull'd. Well, sonne, All that I can conuince him in, is this, The worke is done: Bright SOL is in his robe. We haue a med'cine of the triple Soule, The glorified spirit. Thankes be to heauen, And make vs worthy of it. Ulen spiegel. Anone, sir. Looke well to the register, And let your heat, ſtill, leſſen by degrees, To the Aludels. Yes, ſir. Did you looke O'the Bolts-head yet? Which on D. ſir? I, What's the complexion? Whitiſh. Infuſe vinegar, To draw his volatile ſubſtance, and his tincture: And let the water in Glaſſe E. be feltred, And put into the Gripes egge. Lute him well; And leaue him clos'd in balneo. I will, ſir.