Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 484 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.
Nay, by this hand, 't is true. he's one I honour, and my noble friend, And I respect his house. Heart! can it be, That a grave sir, a rich, that has no need, A wife sir, too, at other times, should thus With his own oaths, and arguments, make hard means To gull himself? And, this be your elixir, Your lapis mineralis, and your lunary, Give me your honest trick, yet, at primero, Or gleek; and take your lutum sapientis, Your menstruum simplex: I'll have gold, before you, And, with less danger of the quicksilver; Or the hot sulphur. Here's one from Captain FACE, sir, Desires you meet him i' the Temple-church, Some half hour hence, and upon earnest business. SIr, if you please to quit us, now; and come, Again, within two hours: you shall have My master busy examining o' the works; and I will steal you in, unto the party, That you may see her converse. Sir, shall I say, You'll meet the captains worship? Sir, I will. But, by attorney, and to a second purpose. Now, I am sure, it is a bawdy-house; I'll swear it, were the Marshal here, to thank me: The naming this Commander, doth confirm it. Don FACE! Why, h' is the most authentic dealer I' these commodities! The superintendant To all, the queinter traffickers, in town. He is their visitor, and does appoint Who lies with whom; and at what hour; what price; Which gown; and in what smock; what fall; what tire. Him, will I prove, by a third person, to find The subtleties of this dark labyrinth: Which, if I do discover, dear sir MAMMON, You'll give your poor friend leave, though no Philosopher, To laugh: for you that are, 'tis thought, shall weep. Sir. He does pray, you'll not forget. I will not, sir. Sir EPICURE, I shall leave you? I follow you, straight. But do so, good sir, to avoid suspicion. This gent'man has a parlous head. But wilt thou, Ulen, Be constant to thy promise? As my life, sir. And wilt thou insinuate what I am? and praise me? And say I am a noble fellow? O, what else, sir? And, that you'll make her royal; with the stone, An Empress; and yourself king of Bantam. Wilt thou do this? Will I, sir? Lungs, my Lungs! I love thee. Send your stuff, sir, that my master May busy himself, about projection. Thou'st witched me, rogue: Take, go. Your jack, & all, sir. Thou art a villain— I will send my jack; And the weights too. Slave, I could bite thine ear. Away, thou dost not care for me. Not I, sir? Come, I was borne to make thee, my good weasel; Set thee on a bench: and, ha' thee twirl a chain With the best lords vermin, of'em all. Away, sir. A Count, nay, a Count-palatine— Good sir, go.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nay, by this hand, 't is true. Hee's one I honour, and my noble friend, And I reſpect his houſe. Hart! can it be, That a graue ſir, a rich, that has no need, A wife ſir, too, at other times, ſhould thus With his owne oathes, and arguments, make hard meanes To gull himſelfe? And, this be your elixir, Your lapis mineralis, and your lunarie, Giue me your honeſt trick, yet, at primero, Or gleeke; and take your lutum ſapientis, Your menſtruum ſimplex: I'll haue gold, before you, And, with leſſe danger of the quick-ſiluer; Or the hot ſulphur. Here's one from Captain FACE, ſir, Deſires you meet him i' the Temple-church, Some halfe houre hence, and vpon earneſt buſineſſe. SIr, if you pleaſe to quit vs, now; and come, Againe, within two houres: you ſhall haue My maſter buſie examining o' the workes; and I will ſteale you in, vnto the partie, That you may ſee her conuerſe. Sir, ſhall I ſay, You'll meet the Captaines worſhip? Sir, I will. But, by attorney, and to a ſecond purpoſe. Now, I am ſure, it is a bawdy-houſe; I'll ſweare it, were the Marſhall here, to thanke me: The naming this Commander, doth confirme it. Don FACE! Why, h' is the moſt autentique dealer I' theſe commodities! The Superintendent To all, the queinter traffiquers, in towne. He is their Visiter, and do's appoint Who lyes with whom; and at what houre; what price; Which gowne; and in what smock; what fall; what tyre. Him, will I proue, by a third person, to find The subtilties of this darke labyrinth: Which, if I doe discouer, deare sir MAMMON, You'll giue your poore friend leaue, though no Philosopher, To laugh: for you that are, 'tis thought, shall weepe. Sir. He do's pray, you'll not forget. I will not, sir. Sir EPICVRE, I shall leaue you? I follow you, streight. But doe so, good sir, to auoid suspicion. This gent'man has a par'lous head. But wilt thou, Ulen, Be constant to thy promise? As my life, sir. And wilt thou insinuate what I am? and praise me? And say I am a noble fellow? O, what else, sir? And, that you'll make her royall; with the stone, An Empresse; and your selfe king of Bantam. Wilt thou doe this? Will I, sir? Lungs, my Lungs! I loue thee. Send your stuffe, sir, that my master May busie himselfe, about proiection. Th'hast witch'd me, rogue: Take, goe. Your iack, & all, sir. Thou art a villaine—I will send my iack; And the weights too. Slaue, I could bite thine eare. Away, thou dost not care for me. Not I, sir? Come, I was borne to make thee, my good weasell; Set thee on a bench: and, ha' thee twirle a chaine With the best lords vermine, of'hem all. Away, sir. A Count, nay, a Count-palatine— Good sir, goe.