Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 491 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.
O, this's no true Grammar, And as ill Logic! You must render causes, child, Your first, and second Intentions, know your canons, And your divisions, moods, degrees, and differences, Your predicaments, substance, and accident, Series extern, and intern, with their causes Efficient, material, formal, final, And ha' your elements perfect— What is this! The angry tongue he talks in? That false precept, Of being aforehand, has deceived a number; And made 'em enter quarrels, oftentimes, Before they were aware: and, afterward, Against their wills. How must I do then, sir? I cry this lady mercy. she should, first, Have been saluted. I do call you lady, Because you are to be one, ere't be long, My soft, and buxom widow. Is she, i'faith? Yes, or my art is an egregious liar. How know you? By inspection, on her forehead, And subtlety of her lip, which must be tasted Often, to make a judgement. 'Slight, she melts Like a Myrobalane! Here is, yet, a line In rivo frontis, tells me, he is no knight. What is he then, sir? Let me see your hand. O, your linea Fortunae makes it plain; And stella, here, in monte Veneris: But, most of all, iunctura annularis. He is a soldier, or a man of art, lady: But shall have some great honour, shortly. Brother, he's a rare man, believe me! Hold your peace. Here comes the other rare man. 'Save you Captain. Good master KASTRIL. Is this your sister? ay, sir. Please you to kiss her, and be proud to know her? I shall be proud to know you, lady. Brother, He calls me lady, too. ay, peace. I heard it. The Count is come. Where is he? At the door. Why, you must entertain him. what'll you do With these the while? Why, have 'em up, and show 'em Some fustian book, or the dark glass. 'Fore god, She is a delicate dabchick! I must have her. Must you? ay, if your fortune will, you must. Come sir, the Captain will come to us presently. I'll ha' you to my chamber of demonstrations, Where I'll show you both the Grammar, and Logic, And Rhetoric of quarreling; my whole method, Drawn out in tables: and my instrument, That hath the several scale upon't, shall make you Able to quarrel, at a straws breadth, by Moonlight. And, lady, I'll have you look in a glass, Some half an hour, but to clear your eyesight, Against you see your fortune: which is greater, Than I may judge upon the sudden, trust me. WHere are you, Doctor? I'll come to you presently. I will ha' this same widow, now I ha' seen her, On any composition. What do you say? Ha' you disposed of them? I ha' sent 'em up. Subtle, in troth, I needs must have this widow. Is that the matter? Nay, but hear me. Go to, If you rebel once, DOL shall know it all.
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O, this's no true Grammar, And as ill Logick! You must render causes, child, Your first, and second Intentions, know your canons, And your diuisions, moodes, degrees, and differences, Your praedicaments, substance, and accident, Series externe, and interne, with their causes Efficient, materiall, formall, finall, And ha' your elements perfect— What is this! The angrie tongue he talkes in? That false precept, Of being afore-hand, has deceiu'd a number; And made 'hem enter quarrells, often-times, Before they were aware: and, afterward, Against their wills. How must I doe then, sir? I crie this lady mercy. Shee should, first, Haue beene saluted. I doe call you lady, Because you are to be one, ere't be long, My soft, and buxome widdow. Is shee, i-faith? Yes, or my art is an egregious lyar. How know you? By inspection, on her fore-head, And subtiltie of her lip, which must be tasted Often, to make a iudgement. 'Slight, shee melts Like a Myrobalane! Here is, yet, a line In riuo frontis, tells me, he is no knight. What is he then, sir? Let me see your hand. O, your linea Fortunae makes it plaine; And stella, here, in monte Veneris: But, most of all, iunctura annularis. He is a souldier, or a man of art, lady: But shall haue some great honour, shortly. Brother, Hee's a rare man, beleeue me! Hold your peace. Here comes the tother rare man. 'Saue you Captaine. Good master KASTRIL. Is this your sister? I, sir. Please you to kusse her, and be proud to know her? I shall be proud to know you, ladie. Brother, He calls me ladie, too. I, peace. I heard it. The Count is come. Where is he? At the dore. Why, you must entertaine him. What'll you doe With these the while? Why, haue 'hem vp, and shew 'hem Some fustian booke, or the darke glasse. 'Fore god, Shee is a delicate dab-chick! I must haue her. Must you? I, if your fortune will, you must. Come sir, the Captaine will come to vs presently. I'll ha' you to my chamber of demonstrations, Where I'll shew you both the Grammar, and Logick, And Rhetorick of quarrelling; my whole method, Drawne out in tables: and my instrument, That hah the seuerall scale vpon't, shall make you Able to quarrell, at a strawes breadth, by Moone-light. And, lady, I'll haue you looke in a glasse, Some halfe an houre, but to cleare your eye-sight, Against you see your fortune: which is greater, Then I may iudge vpon the sodaine, trust me. WHere are you, Doctor? I'll come to you presently▪ I will ha' this same widdow, now I ha' seene her, On any composition. What doe you say? Ha' you dispos'd of them? I ha' sent 'hem vp. SVBTLE, in troth, I needs must haue this widdow. Is that the matter? Nay, but heare me. Goe to, If you rebell once, DOL shall know it all.