Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.80 · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Then here is your release, sir; you have married a boy: a gentleman's son, that I have brought up this half year, at my great charges, and for this composition, which I have now made with you. What say you, master Doctor? this is justum impedimentum, I hope, error personae? Yes sir, in primo gradu. In primo gradu. I thank you, good Doctor CUTBERD, and Parson OTTER. You are beholden to 'em, sir, that have taken this pains for you: and my friend, master TRVE-WIT, who enabled 'em for the business. Now you may go in and rest, be as private as you will, sir. I'll not trouble you, till you trouble me with your funeral, which I care not how soon it come. CUTBERD, I'll make your lease good. Thank me not, but with your leg, CUTBERD. And TOM OTTER, your Princess shall be reconciled to you. How now, gentlemen! do you look at me? A boy. Yes, mistress EPICOENE. Well, DAUPHINE, you have lurched your friends of the better half of the garland, by concealing this part of the plot! but much good do it thee, thou deserv'st it, lad. And CLERIMONT, for thy unexpected bringing in these two to confession, wear my part of it freely. Nay, sir DAW, and sir LA-FOOLE, you see the gentlewoman that has done you the favours! we are all thankful to you, and so should the womankind here, specially for lying on her, though not with her! You meant so, I am sure? But, that we have stuck it upon you to day, in your own imagined persons, and so lately; this Amazon, the champion of the sex, should beat you now thriftily, for the common slanders, which ladies receive from such cuckoos, as you are. You are they, that when no merit or fortune can make you hope to enjoy their bodies, will yet lie with their reputations, and make their fame suffer. Away you common moths of these, and all ladies honours. Go, travail to make legs and faces, and come home with some new matter to be laughed at: you deserve to live in an air as corrupted, as that wherewith you feed rumour. Madams, you are mute, upon this new metamorphosis! but here stands she, that has vindicated your fames. Take heed of such insectae hereafter. And let it not trouble you that you have discovered any mysteries to this young gentleman. He is (almost) of years, & will make a good visitant within this twelvemonth. In the mean time, we'll all undertake for his secrecy, that can speak so well of his silence. Spectators, if you like this comedy, rise cheerfully, and now MOROSE is gone in, clap your hands. It may be, that noise will cure him, at least please him.
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Length
466 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.804 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Then here is your release, sir; you haue married a boy: a gentlemans son, that I haue brought vp this halfe yeere, at my great charges, and for this composition, which I haue now made with you. What say you, master Doctor? this is iustum impedimentum, I hope, error personae? Yes sir, in primo gradu. In primo gradu. I thanke you, good Doctor CVTBERD, and Parson OTTER. You are beholden to 'hem, sir, that haue taken this paines for you: and my friend, master TRVE-WIT, who enabled 'hem for the businesse. Now you may goe in and rest, be as priuate as you will, sir. I'll not trouble you, till you trouble me with your funerall, which I care not how soone it come. CVTBERD, I'll make your lease good. Thanke mee not, but with your leg, CVTBERD. And TOM OTTER, your Princesse shall be reconcil'd to you. How now, gentlemen! doe you looke at me? A boy. Yes, mistris EPICOENE. Well, DAVPHINE, you haue lurch'd your friends of the better halfe of the garland, by concealing this part of the plot! but much good doe it thee, thou deseru'st it, lad. And CLERIMONT, for thy vnexpected bringing in these two to confession, weare my part of it freely. Nay, sir DAW, and sir LA-FOOLE, you see the gentlewoman that has done you the fauours! we are all thankefull to you, and so should the woman-kind here, specially for lying on her, though not with her! You meant so, I am sure? But, that we haue stuck it vpon you to day, in your own imagin'd persons, and so lately; this Amazon, the champion of the sexe, should beate you now thriftily, for the common slanders, which ladies receiue from such cuckowes, as you are. You are they, that when no merit or fortune can make you hope to enioy their bodies, will yet lie with their reputations, and make their fame suffer. Away you common moths of these, and all ladies honors. Goe, trauaile to make legs and faces, and come home with some new matter to be laught at: you deserue to liue in an aire as corrupted, as that wherewith you feed rumor. Madames, you are mute, vpon this new metamorphosis! but here stands shee, that has vindicated your fames. Take heed of such insectae hereafter. And let it not trouble you that you haue discouer'd any mysteries to this yong gentleman. He is (a'most) of yeeres, & will make a good visitant within this twelue-month. In the meane time, wee'll all vndertake for his secrecie, that can speake so well of his silence. Spectators, if you like this comoedie, rise cheerefully, and now MOROSE is gone in, clap your hands. It may be, that noyse will cure him, at least please him.