Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.72 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
How fares she Mr. Doctor. 'zounds, what's here Bold, Widow, Well-tried, Fee-simple, heyday. Husband, Wife, Seldom, Ms. Seld. Subtle: how now? Look, look, the Parson joins the doctor's hand & hers; now the Do. kisses her by this light. Now goes his gown off, heyday, he has read breeches on: zounds, the Physician is got o'th' top of her, be like it is the mother she has, hark the bed creaks. S'hart, the doors fast, break 'em open, we are betrayed. No breaking open doors, he that stirs first I'll pop a leaden pill into his guts. Shall purge him quite away, no haste good friends, When they have done (what's fit) you shall not need To break the door, they'll open it themselves. Thy blood base villain shall answer this I'll die thy nuptial bed in thy heart's gore. Come, come, my Lord, 'tis not so easily done, You know it is not. For this my attempt Upon your sister, before God and man She was my wife, and ne'er a bedrid gout Shall have my wench, to get diseases on. Well may'st thou term her so that has consented, Even with her will to be dishonoured. Not so, yet have I lain with her. But first (witness this Priest) we both were married, True it is Domine. Their contract's run into a marriage, And that my Lord into a carriage. I will undo thee Priest. 'Tis to late, I'm undone already, wine and Tobacco, I defy thee Thou temporal Lord, pardie thou never shalt Keep me in jail, and hence springs my reason, My act is neither Felony nor Treason. ay sir, but you do not know, what kindred she may have. Come, come, there is no remedy. And weight right in my opinion my honoured Lord, And everybody's else, this is a match, Fitter ten thousand times, than your intent. Most certain 'tis. Besides, this Gentleman your brother in law well parted, and fair meant, and all this come about (you must conceive) by your own sister's wit as well as his. Come, come, 'tis but getting of me knighted my Lord, and I shall become your Brother well enough. Brother your hand, Lords may have projects still, But there's a greater Lord, will have his will. This is dispatched. Now Madam is the time, For I long to be at it, your hand sweet heart. Now, boys. My Lord, and Gentlemen, I crave your witness To what I now shall utter. 'Twixt this Gentleman There has been some love passages and myself, Which here I free him, and take this Lady. la ye, and take this Lady. Which with a mother's love, I give to him, And wish all joy may crown their marriage. Nay madam, yet she is not satisfied. Bold gives her a ring, and she puts it on her thumb.
nodes 1579–1632 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 36 in this edition
Length
477 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.721 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
How fares she Mr. Doctor. Z'oons, whats here Bould, Widdow, Wel-tri'd, Fee-simple, hoy-day. Husband, Wife, Seldome, Ms. Seld. Subtle: how now? Looke, looke, the Parson joynes the Doctors hand & hers; now the Do. kisses her by this light. Now goes his gowne off, hoy-day, he has read breeches on: Z'oones, the Physition is got o'th top of her, be like it is the mother she has, harke the bed ceakes. S'hart, the doores fast, break 'em open, we are betrai'd. No breaking open doores, he that stirs first I'le pop a leaden pill into his guts. Shall purge him quite away, no hast good friends, When they haue done (whats fit) you shall not neede To breake the doore, thei'l open it them selues. Thy blood base villain shal answere this I'le dye thy nuptiall bed in thy hearts goe. Come, come, my Lord, t'is not so easily done, You know it is not. For this my attempt Vpon your sister, before God and man She was my wife, and n'ere a bed-rid gowt Shall haue my wench, to get diseases on. Well mai'st thou tearme her so that has consented, Euen with her will to be dishonor'd. Not so, yet haue I lyen with her. But first (witnesse this Priest) we both were married, True it is Domine. Their contract's run into a marriage, And that my Lord into a carriage. I will vndoe thee Priest. 'Tis to late, I'm vndone alreadie, wine and Tobacco, I defie thee Thou temporall Lord, perdy thou neuer shalt Keepe me in jayle, and hence springs my reason, My act is neither Felonie nor Treason. I sir, but you do not know, what kindred she may haue. Come, come, there is no remedie. And weigh't right in my opinion my honor'd Lord, And euery bodies else, this is a match, Fitter ten thousand times, than your intent. Most certaine t'is. Besides, this Gentleman your brother in law well parted, and faire mean'd, and all this come about (you must conceiue) by your owne sisters wit as well as his. Come, come, t'is but getting of me knighted my Lord, and I shall become your Brother well enough. Brother your hand, Lords may haue projects still, But there's a greater Lord, will haue his will. This is dispatcht. Now Madam is the time, For I long to be at it, your hand sweet heart. Now, boyes. My Lord, and Gentlemen, I craue your witnesse To what I now shall vtter. 'Twixt this Gentleman There has beene some loue passages and my selfe, Which heere I free him, and take this Ladie. Law ye, and take this Ladie. Which with a mothers loue, I giue to him, And wish all joy may crowne their marriage. Nay Madame, yet she is not satisfied. Bould giues her a ring, and she puts it on her thumb.