Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
No, let the wretch live wretched. May he get the itch, and his shop so lousy, as no man dare come at him, nor he come at no man. (I, and if he would swallow all his balls for pills, let not them purge him) Let his warning pan be ever cold. (A perpertuall frost underneath it, sir) Let him never hope to see fire again. (But in hell, sir) His chairs be always empty, his scissors rust, and his combs mould in their cases. Very dreadful that! (And may he lose the invention, sir, of carving lanterns in paper) Let there be no bawd carted that year, to employ a basin of his: but let him be glad to eat his sponge, for bread. And drink lotium to it, and much good do him. Or, for want of bread— Eat earwax, sir. I'll help you. Or, draw his own teeth, and add them to the lutestring. No, beat the old ones to powder, and make bread of them. (Yes, make meal o'the millstones.) May all the botches, and burns, that he has cured on others, break out upon him. And he now forget the cure of 'em in himself, sir: or, if he do remember it, let him ha' scraped all his linen into lint for't, and have not a rag left him, to set up with. Let him never set up again, but have the gout in his hands for ever. Now, no more, sir. O that last was too high set! you might go less with him i'faith, and be revenged enough: as, that he be never able to new-paint his pole— Good sir, no more. I forgot myself. Or, want credit to take up with a combmaker— No more, sir. Or, having broken his glass in a former despair, fall now into a much greater, of ever getting another— I beseech you, no more. Or, that he never be trusted with trimming of any but chimney-sweepers— Sir— Or, may he cut a colliers throat with his razor, by chance-medlee, and yet hang for't. I will forgive him, rather than hear any more. I beseech you, sir. THis way, madame. O, the sea breaks in upon me! another flood! an inundation! I shall be o'erwhelmed with noise. It beats already at my shores. I feel an earthquake in myself, fort. 'Give you joy, mistress. Has she servants too! I have brought some ladies here to see, and know you. My lady HAUGHTY, this my lady CENTAURE, mistress DOL MAVIS, mistress TRUSTY my lady HAUGHTIES woman. Where's your husband? let's see him: can he endure no noise? let me come to him. What nomenclator is this! Sir JOHN DAW, sir, your wife's servant, this. A DAW, and her servant! O, 'tis decreed, 'tis decreed of me, and she have such servants.
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No, let the wretch liue wretched. May he get the itch, and his shop so lousie, as no man dare come at him, nor he come at no man. (I, and if he would swallow all his balles for pills, let not them purge him) Let his warning pan be euer cold. (A perpertuall frost vnderneath it, sir) Let him neuer hope to see fire againe. (But in hell, sir) His chaires be alwaies empty, his scissors rust, and his combes mould in their cases. Very dreadfull that! (And may hee loose the inuention, sir, of caruing lanternes in paper) Let there be no baud carted that yeere, to employ a bason of his: but let him be glad to eate his sponge, for bread. And drinke lotium to it, and much good doe him. Or, for want of bread— Eat eare-waxe, sir. I'll helpe you. Or, draw his owne teeth, and adde them to the lute-string. No, beate the old ones to poulder, and make bread of them. (Yes, make meale o'the millstones.) May all the botches, and burnes, that he has cur'd on others, breake out vpon him. And he now forget the cure of 'hem in himselfe, sir: or, if he do remember it, let him ha' scrap'd all his linnen into lint for't, and haue not a rag left him, to set vp with. Let him neuer set vp againe, but haue the gout in his hands for euer. Now, no more, sir. O that last was too high set! you might goe lesse with him i'faith, and bee reueng'd enough: as, that he be neuer able to new-paint his pole— Good sir, no more. I forgot my selfe. Or, want credit to take vp with a combe-maker— No more, sir. Or, hauing broken his glasse in a former despaire, fall now into a much greater, of euer getting another— I beseech you, no more. Or, that he neuer be trusted with trimming of any but chimney-sweepers — Sir— Or, may he cut a colliers throat with his rasor, by chance-medlee, and yet hang for't. I will forgiue him, rather then heare any more. I beseech you, sir. THis way, madame. O, the sea breakes in vpon me! another floud! an inundation! I shall be orewhelm'd with noise. It beates already at my shores. I feele an earthquake in my selfe, for't. 'Giue you ioy, mistresse. Has shee seruants too! I haue brought some ladies here to see, and know you. My ladie HAVGHTY, this my lady CENTAVRE, mistresse DOL MAVIS, mistresse TRVSTIE my ladie HAVGHTIES woman. Where's your husband? let's see him: can he endure no noise? let me come to him. What nomenclator is this! Sir IOHN DAW, sir, your wifes seruant, this. A DAW, and her seruant! O, 'tis decreed, 'tis decreed of mee, and shee haue such seruants.