Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Albumazar · chunk 11 of 43

Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals)
comedy · before the Court
unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 507 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.

'Tis not so dangerous as thou tak'st it; we'll only Alter thy countenance for a day. Imagine Thy face masked only: or that thou dreamest all night Thou were't appareled in Antonio's form, And waking find'st thyself true Trincalo. T'antonio's form? was not Antonio a Gentleman? Yes, and my neighbour, that's his house. O ho! Now do I smell th'Astrologer's trick: he'll steep me In soldiers blood; or boil me in a cauldron Of Barbarous Law French: Or anoint me over With supple oil of great men's services. For these three means raise Yeomen to the Gentry. Pardon me sir: I hate these medicines. Fie! All my posterity will smell and taste on't 'Long as the house of Trincalo endures. there's no such business, thou shall't only seem so And thus deceive Antonio's family. Are you assured? 'twould grieve me to be brayed In a huge Mortar, wrought to paste, and moulded To this Antonio's mould: Grant I be turned: what then? Enter his house, be reverenced by his servants, And give his daughter Flavia to me in marriage. The circumstances I'll instruct thee after. Pray give me leave: this side says do't, this do not. Before I leave you Tom Trincalo take my counsel. Thy Mistress Armellina is Antonio's Maid, And thou in his shape mayst possess her. Turn. But if I be Antonio, than Antonio Enjoys that happiness, not Trincalo. A pretty trick to make myself a Cuckold. No, no; there, take your Lease. I'll hang first. Soft, Be not so choleric Thomas: If I become Antonio, Than all his riches follow. This fair occasion Once vanished, hope not the like; of a stark Clown I shall appear spick and span Gentleman. A pox of Ploughs, and Carts, and Whips, and Horses. Then Armellina shall be given to Trincalo, Three hundred Crowns her portion: we'll get a boy And call him Transformation Trincalo. I'll do't sir. Art resolved? Resolved? 'tis done: With this condition: after I have given your Worship My daughter Flavia, you shall then move my Worship And much entreat me, to bestow my Maid Upon myself, I should say Trincalo. Content, and for thy sake will make her portion Two hundred Crowns. Now are you much deceived I never meant it. How? I did but jest. And yet my hand, I'll do't. For I am mutable And therefore apt to change. Come, come sir, quickly, Let's to th'ginger, and there transform, Reform, conform, deform me at your pleasure. I loathe this Country countenance; dispatch: my skin itches like Snakes in April, to be stripped off. o quickly, as you love Flavia, quickly. signor Pandolfo, y'arrivearrive in happiest hour. If the seven Planets were your nearest kindred, And all the Constellations your Allies: Were the twelve houses, and the Inns o'th' Zodiac Your own feesimple; they could near have chosen A fitter place to favour your designs. For the great Luminaries look from Hilech, And midst of heaven in angles, conjunctions, And fortunate aspects of Trine and Sextile, Ready to power propitious influences.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayAlbumazar
AuthorTomkis, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1615
First performance / composition (Annals)1615 [Mar 9]
First performance (BritDrama)1615 [Mar]
Theaterbefore the Court;at University;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 745 · TCP A13802 · DEEP 625
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 667–736 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 43 in this edition
Length507 words · 750 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T3 — Sickness, physic and doctors at 0.700
Other seedsseed 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)
'Tis not so dangerous as thou tak'st it; wee'l only Alter thy count'nance for a day. Imagine Thy face mask't onely: or that thou dream'st all night Thou wer't apparell'd in Antonio's forme, And waking find'st thy selfe true Trincalo. T'Antonio's forme? was not Antonio a Gentleman? Yes, and my neighbour, that's his house. O ho! Now do I smell th'Astrologer's tricke: hee'l steepe mee In souldiers bloud; or boyle me in a Chaldron Of Barbarous Law French: Or annoint me ouer With supple oyle of great men's seruices. For these three meanes raise Yeomen to the Gentry. Pardon me sir: I hate these medcines. Fy! All my posterity will smell and tast on't 'Long as the house of Trincalo endures. Ther's no such busines, thou shall't only seeme so And thus deceiue Antonio's family. Are you assur'd? 'twould grieue me to be bray'd In a huge Mortar, wrought to paste, and moulded To this Antonio's mould: Grant I be turn'd: what then? Enter his house, be reuerenc'd by his seruants, And giue his daughter Flauia to me in marriage. The circumstances I'le instruct thee after. Pray giue me leaue: this side saies do't, this do not. Before I leaue you Tom Trincalo take my counsell. Thy Mistresse Armellina is Antonios Mayde, And thou in his shape maist possesse her. Turne. But if I be Antonio, then Antonio Enioyes that happinesse, not Trincalo. A pretty trick to make my selfe a Cuckold. No, no; there, take your Lease. I'le hang first. Soft, Be not so cholerick Thomas: If I become Antonio, Then all his riches follow. This faire occasion Once vanish't, hope not the like; of a starke Clowne I shall appeare speck and span Gentleman. A pox of Ploughes, and Carts, and Whips, and Horses. Then Armellina shall be giuen to Trincalo, Three hundred Crownes her portion: wee'l get a boy And call him Transformation Trincalo. I'le doo't sir. Art resolu'd? Resolu'd? 'tis done▪ With this condition: after I haue giv'n your Worship My daughter Flauia, you shall then moue my Worship And much entreate me, to bestow my Maide Vpon my selfe, I should say Trincalo. Content, and for thy sake will make her portion Two hundred Crownes. Now are you much deceiu'd▪ I neuer meant it. How? I did but iest. And yet my hand, I'le do't. For I am mutable And therefore apt to change. Come, come sir, quickly, Let's to th'Astrologer, and there transforme, Reforme, conforme, deforme me at your pleasure. I loath this Country countnance; dispatch: my skin Itch'es like Snakes in Aprill, to be strip't off. , ô quickly, as you loue Flauia, quickly. SIgnior Pandolfo, y'arriue in happiest houre. If the seuen Planets were your neerest kindred, And all the Constellations your Allies: Were the twelue houses, and the Innes o'th' Zodiack Your owne fee-simple; they could nere haue chosen A fitter place to fauour your designes. For the great Luminaries looke from Hilech, And midst of heauen in angles, coniunctions, And fortunate aspects of Trine and Sextile, Ready to powre propitious influences.