Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 42 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University 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.
I wonder you Physicians do not turn Travelers, you'd have an advantage beyond them all, by making good your Relations, by giving a reason for them. O by no means, Sir; for if we should travail into foreign Lands, our skill would there fail us; by reason of the difference of the Country, and our ignorance of their constitutions and diet. Musica, some drink; methinks, I have not one jot of moisture in me. Musica, fetch none, she shall drink no more. I must drink, the World was not in such a combustion at Phaeton's driving the Chariot of the Sun, as I am in now. Come, come, Medicus, the strictness of your prescriptions must be dispensed with, a little. Will you spoil her, Astrologia? I'll warrant you, she'll never die of this disease, I have calculated her Nativity, to know so much beyond your Art: the sixth House of her Horoscope, wherein all her diseases are Prefiguratively registered, promises a better issue of her sickness then so: beside, she shall have an happy Womb, for I find in her Horoscope, Venus in her Exaltation, to wit, in Pisces, and Iupiter in the fift House, the Radiation of Venus falling on the First House, and of Iupiter on the Eleventh, Luna being in the Seventh, illustrating the Fift House with a Sextile Radiation; she shall have a beautiful Daughter, her name shall be Optica: there shall appear at her Birth four Suns, and as many Rainbows, and the Air over-against these Rainbows, shall seem to be full of Looking-glasses, and in the middle of each Rainbow shall appear a peacocks tail, which being reflected from the Looking-glasses, shall project an infinity of colours in the Air. Astronomia, you go too much, you'll never leave your Walking, and if Copernicus were alive again, i'faith he'd make you stand still. Some drink. Help, Astronomia falls. Marie, Heavens forbid. ay, here's your drink. Ah, Astrologia, you made no Reckoning of this sickness, I shall scarce e'er trust you again, as long as I know you: Come, let's have her in, let's have her in. NOw my sweet Devils, I am even sick with expecting when Medicus will come and visit me: I fear, his physic cannot work upon Poeta: that rogues Verses, I think, are a countercharm against all our conjurations: a rope on his six-footed lousy Hexameters: sure, the slaves skin is enchanted; the quilting of Ajax shield was but a thin Chevril to it. Why, but do you think 'tis impenetrable? Oh, far tougher than a tanner's: I have heard of a Poet, that having been buried a matter of two or three hundred years, has been taken up again whole, without the least perishing of his skin, as fair as any Vellome. Nay, by this Hand, I hold them to be everlasting villains.
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I wonder you Phyſicians doe not turne Trauailors, you'd haue an aduantage beyond them all, by making good your Relations, by giuing a reaſon for them. O by no meanes, Sir; for if wee ſhould trauaile into forraine Lands, our skill would there faile vs; by reaſon of the difference of the Countrie, and our ignorance of their conſtitutions and dyet. Muſica, ſome drinke; mee thinkes, I haue not one iot of moyſture in me. Muſica, fetch none, ſhee ſhall drinke no more. I muſt drinke, the World was not in ſuch a combuſtion at Phaeton's driuing the Chariot of the Sunne, as I am in now. Come, come, Medicus, the ſtrictneſſe of your preſcriptions muſt be diſpenc'd with, a little. Will you ſpoile her, Aſtrologia? Ile warrant you, ſhee'l neuer dye of this diſeaſe, I haue calculated her Natiuitie, to know ſo much beyond your Art: the ſixt Houſe of her Horoſcope, wherein all her diſeaſes are Prefiguratiuely regiſtred, promiſes a better iſſue of her ſickneſſe then ſo: beſides, ſhee ſhall haue an happie Wombe, for I find in her Horoſcope, Ʋenus in her Exaltation, to wit, in Piſces, and Iupiter in the fift Houſe, the Radiation of Ʋenus falling on the Firſt Houſe, and of Iupiter on the Eleuenth, Luna being in the Seuenth, illuſtrating the Fift Houſe with a Sextile Radiation; ſhee ſhall haue a beautifull Daughter, her name ſhall be Optica: there ſhall appeare at her Birth foure Sunnes, and as many Rain-bowes, and the Ayre ouer-againſt theſe Rain-bowes, ſhall ſeeme to bee full of Looking-glaſſes, and in the middle of each Raine-bow ſhall appeare a Peacockes taile, which being reflected from the Looking-glaſſes, ſhall proiect an infinitie of colours in the Ayre. Aſtronomia, you goe too much, you'l neuer leaue your Walking, and if Copernicus were aliue againe, 'ifaith hee'd make you ſtand ſtill. Some drinke. Helpe, Aſtronomia fals. Marie, Heauens forbid. I, here's your drinke. Ah, Aſtrologia, you made no Reckoning of this ſickneſſe, I ſhall ſcarce e're truſt you againe, as long as I know you: Come, let's haue her in, let's haue her in. NOw my ſweet Deuils, I am euen ſicke with expecting when Medicus will come and viſit me: I feare, his phyſicke cannot worke vpon Poeta: that rogues Verſes, I thinke, are a counter-charme againſt all our coniurations: a rope on his ſixe-footed lowſie Hexameters: ſure, the ſlaues skin is inchanted; the quilting of Aiax ſhield was but a thin Cheu'rill to it. Why, but doe you thinke 'tis impenetrable? Oh, farre tougher then a Tanners: I haue heard of a Poet, that hauing beene buried a matter of two or three hundred yeeres, has beene taken vp againe whole, without the leaſt periſhing of his skinne, as faire as any Ʋellome. Nay, by this Hand, I hold them to be euerlaſting villaines.