Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 52 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
And my Choler were here, he'd have him by the ears: come let's begun, here's nothing to be done: are these your Lawcases? a murrain on them, they are Dative cases to the Lawyers; but Ablative to the Clients. Come, come; I'm sure our case is in a fine Predicament: I think we have been put off long enough: i'faith all Lawcases shall hereafter be no more put in the Predicament of Action; but of Quando, of Quando; a plague of these Lawyers. WHy so; this is good: I have brought myself into a fine case: I must be a Poisoner, I: and to get my Living must lose my Life; blessing on my wise pate in the meanwhile. And to observe the witty revenge of the gods; that this intended Murder should come forth by mine own man Sanguis, from whom in Policy I concealed it: well, I perceive Blood is Open-mouthed and will tell all: but since it is not much known, and that I am not as yet accused to Polites, and now requested to help Astronomia, I'll take the happy occasion, and use my best art to cure her, and so if she scape, I may peradventure scape too; obtaining pardon for my recompense— let me see— by this water I do find the state of her body much altered, and her disease changed. There was an Astronomia that I once had in cure before now, and she was of the very same constitution, had the like disease, and the like turning in her head; now she died, and afterward we made a dissection in her head, to see what was the disaffection of her brain, which when we had done, we found all her brains turned to a matter much like clear jelly, or a Crystalline Orb: but I hope all such suspicions of this Astronomia are Fables— but stay— what's the relish of her urine? (he tastes it)— Pah, nought, nought: oh, who would be a Physician to taste these things? 'tis worse than to be a Saltpetre-man, and dig in a privy-house— but what smell has it? (he smells to it.) Foh, worse, worse, I cannot endure it, [he throws away the Urinal, and breaks it.] Astronomia's of a fair complexion herself, I wonder that her Urine should be so dark; 'tis of the colour of a Cloud. Well, I see she's very corrupt within, and I fear 'tis this Astrologia has powdered her; to give her a Potion at the mouth will not do much good; for 'twill be so long in descending, that the power of it will be much debilitated; I conclude then, it must be a Clyster, a Clyster; and so I'll in, to administer it: well, if I scape this Scouring cleanly; I'll never come in the like Pickle again, whilst I breath.
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And my Choler were here, hee'd haue him by the eares: come let's begonne, here's nothing to be done: are theſe your Law-caſes? a murren on them, they are Datiue caſes to the Lawyers; but Ablatiue to the Clients. Come, come; I'm ſure our caſe is in a fine Predicament: I thinke we haue beene put off long enough: i'ſaith all Law-caſes ſhall hereafter be no more put in the Predicament of Action; but of Quando, of Quando; a plague of theſe Lawyers. WHy ſo; this is good: I haue brought my ſelfe into a fine caſe: I muſt be a Poyſoner, I: and to get my Liuing muſt loſe my Life; bleſſing on my wiſe pate in the meane while. And to obſerue the wittie reuenge of the gods; that this intended Murther ſhould come forth by mine owne man Sanguis, from whom in Policie I conceal'd it: well, I perceiue Bloud is Open-mouth'd and will tell all: but ſince it is not much knowne, and that I am not as yet accuſed to Polites, and now requeſted to helpe Astronomia, Ile take the happie occaſion, and vſe my beſt art to cure her, and ſo if ſhee ſcape, I may peraduenture ſcape too; obtayning pardon for my recompence— let me ſee—by this water I doe finde the ſtate of her bodie much alter'd, and her diſeaſe chang'd. There was an Aſtronomia that I once had in cure before now, and ſhe was of the very ſame conſtitution, had the like diſeaſe, and the like turning in her head; now ſhe dyed, and afterward we made a diſſection in her head, to ſee what was the diſaffection of her braine, which when we had done, we found all her braines turn'd to a matter much like cleere Ielly, or a Cryſtalline Orbe: but I hope all ſuch ſuſpicions of this Astronomia are Fables—but ſtay—what's the relliſh of her vrine? (hee taſtes it)—Pah, naught, naught: oh, who would be a Phyſician to taſte theſe things? 'tis worſe then to be a Salt-peeterman, and digge in a Priuie-houſe—but what ſmell has it? (he ſmels to it.) Foh, worſe, worſe, I cānot endure it, [he throwes away the Vrinall, and breakes it.] Aſtronomia's of a faire complexion her ſelfe, I wonder that her Vrine ſhould be ſo darke; 'tis of the colour of a Cloud. Well, I ſee ſhee's verie corrupt within, and I feare 'tis this Aſtrologia has powder'd her; to giue her a Potion at the mouth will not doe much good; for 'twill be ſo long in deſcending, that the power of it will bee much debilitated; I conclude then, it muſt bee a Clyſter, a Clyſter; and ſo Ile in, to adminiſter it: well, if I ſcape this Scowring cleanly; Ile neuer come in the like Pickle againe, whil'ſt I breathe.