Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.73 · 500 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.
Not always necessary. The children of perdition are oft-times, Made instruments even of the greatest works. Beside, we should give somewhat to man's nature, The place he lives in, still about the fire, And fume of metals, that intoxicate The brain of man, and make him prone to passion. Where have you greater Atheists, than your Cooks? Or more profane, or choleric than your Glasse-men? More Antichristian, than your Bell-founders? What makes the Devil so devilish, I would ask you, Satan, our common enemy, but his being Perpetually about the fire, and boiling Brimstone, and arsnike? We must give, I say, Unto the motives, and the stirrers up Of humours in the blood. It may be so. When as the work is done, the stone is made, This heat of his may turn into a zeal, And stand up for the beauteous discipline, Against the menstruous cloth, and rag of Rome. We must await his calling, and the coming Of the good spirit. You did fault, t'upbraid him With the brethren's blessing of Heidelberg, weighing What need we have, to hasten on the work, For the restoring of the silenced Saints, Which ne'er will be, but by the Philosopher's stone. And, so a learned Elder, one of Scotland, Assured me; Aurum potabile being The only medicine, for the civil Magistrate, T'incline him to a feeling of the cause: And must be daily used, in the disease. I have not edified more, truly, by man; Not, since the beautiful light, first, shone on me: And I am sad, my zeal hath so offended. Let us call on him, then. The motion's good, And of the spirit; I will knock first: Peace be within. O, Are you come? 'Twas time. Your threescore minutes Were at the last thread, you see; and down had gone Furnus acediae, Turris circulatorius: Lembeke, Bolts-head, Retort, and Pelican Had all been cinders. Wicked ANANIAS! Sir, be appeased, he is come to humble Himself in spirit, and to ask your patience, And, then, the turning of this lawyer's pewter To plate, at Christmas— Christ-tide, I pray you. Yet, ANANIAS? I have done. Or changing His parcel guilt, to massy gold. You cannot But raise you friends. With all, to be of power To pay an army, in the field, to buy The king of France, out of his realms; or Spain; Out of his Indies: What can you not do, Against lords spiritual, or temporal, That shall oppone you? Verily, 'tis true. We may be temporal lords, ourselves, I take it. You may be any thing, and leave off to make Long-winded exercises: or suck up, Your ha, and hum, in a tune. I not deny, But such as are not graced, in a state, May, for their ends, be adverse in religion, And get a tune, to call the flock together: For (to say sooth) a tune does much, with women, And other phlegmatic people, it is your bell. Bells are profane: a tune may be religious.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1684–1751 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 40 in this edition
Length
500 words · 725 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.729 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Not alwaies neceſſary. The children of perdition are oft-times, Made inſtruments euen of the greateſt workes. Beſide, we ſhould giue ſomewhat to mans nature, The place he liues in, ſtill about the fire, And fume of mettalls, that intoxicate The braine of man, and make him prone to paſſion. Where haue you greater Atheiſts, then your Cookes? Or more prophane, or cholerick then your Glaſſe-men? More Antichriſtian, then your Bell-founders? What makes the Deuill ſo deuilliſh, I would aske you, Sathan, our common enemie, but his being Perpetually about the fire, and boyling Brimſtone, and arſnike? We muſt giue, I ſay, Vnto the motiues, and the ſtirrers vp Of humours in the bloud. It may be ſo. When as the worke is done, the ſtone is made, This heate of his may turne into a zeale, And ſtand vp for the beauteous diſcipline, Againſt the menſtruous cloth, and ragg of Rome. We muſt await his calling, and the comming Of the good ſpirit. You did fault, t'vpbraid him With the Brethrens bleſſing of Heidelberg, waighing What need we haue, to haſten on the worke, For the reſtoring of the ſilenc'd Saints, Which ne'er will be, but by the Philoſophers ſtone. And, ſo a learned Elder, one of Scotland, Aſſur'd me; Aurum potabile being The onely med'cine, for the ciuill Magiſtrate, T'incline him to a feeling of the cauſe: And muſt be daily vs'd, in the diſeaſe. I haue not edified more, truely, by man; Not, ſince the beautifull light, firſt, ſhone on me: And I am ſad, my zeale hath ſo offended. Let vs call on him, then. The motion's good, And of the ſpirit; I will knock firſt: Peace be within. O, Are you come? 'Twas time. Your threeſcore minutes Were at the laſt thred, you ſee; and downe had gone Furnus acediae, Turris circulatorius: Lembeke, Bolts-head, Retort, and Pellicane Had all beene cinders. Wicked ANANIAS! Sir, be appeaſed, he is come to humble Himſelfe in ſpirit, and to aske your patience, And, then, the turning of this Lawyers pewter To plate, at Christ-masse— Christ-tide, I pray you. Yet, ANANIAS? I haue done. Or changing His parcell guilt, to massie gold. You cannot But raise you friends. With all, to be of power To pay an armie, in the field, to buy The king of France, out of his realmes; or Spaine; Out of his Indies: What can you not doe, Against lords spirituall, or temporall, That shall oppone you? Verily, 'tis true. We may be temporall lords, our selues, I take it. You may be any thing, and leaue off to make Long-winded exercises: or suck vp, Your ha, and hum, in a tune. I not denie, But such as are not graced, in a state, May, for their ends, be aduerse in religion, And get a tune, to call the flock together: For (to say sooth) a tune do's much, with women, And other phlegmatick people, it is your bell. Bells are prophane: a tune may be religious.