Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.83 · 538 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
'Tis true, And such a desperate cure I would have used, If the intemperate patient had not been So near me as a mother; but to her, And from me gentle unguents only were To be applied: and as physicians When they are sick of fevers, eat themselves Such viands as by their directions are Forbid to others, though alike diseased, So she considering what she is, may challenge Those cordials to restore her, by her birth, And privilege, which at no suit must be Granted to others. May your pious care Effect but what it aimed at, I am silent. What laughed you at Sir? I have some occasion, I should not else; and the same cause perhaps That makes me do so, may beget in you A contrary effect. Why, what's the matter? I see and joy to see that sometimes poor men, (And most of such are good) stand more indebted For means to breathe to such as are held vicious, Than those that wear like Hypocrites on their foreheads, Th'ambitious titles of just men and virtuous. Speak to the purpose. Who would e'er have thought The good old Queen, your Highness reverend mother, Into whose house (which was an Academ,) In which all principles of lust were practised, No soldier might presume to set his foot; At whose most blessed intercession All offices in the state, were charitably Conferred on panders, o'erworn chamber wrestlers, And such physicians as knew how to kill, With safety under the pretence of saving, And such like children of a monstrous peace, That she I say should at the length provide That men of war and honest younger brothers, That would not owe their feeding to their codpiece, Should be esteemed of more than mothers, or drones, Or idle vagabonds. I am glad to hear it, Prithee what course takes she to do this? One that cannot fail, she and virtuous train With her jewels and all that was worthy the carrying, The last night left the court; and as 'tis more Than said, for 'tis confirmed by such as met her, She's fled unto your brother. How? Nay storm not, For if that wicked tongue of hers hath not Forgot its pace, and Thierry be a Prince Of such a fiery temper, as report Has given him out for; you shall have cause to use Such poor men as myself; and thank us too For coming to you, and without petitions; Pray heaven reward the good old woman for't. I foresaw this. I hear a tempest coming, That sings mine and my kingdom's ruin; haste, And cause a troop of horse to fetch her back: Yet stay, why should I use means to bring in A plague that of herself hath left me? Muster Our soldiers up, we'll stand upon our guard, For we shall be attempted; yet forbear The inequality of our powers will yield me Nothing but loss in their defeature: something Must be done, and done suddenly, save your labour, In this i'll use no counsel but mine own, That course though dangerous is best. Command Our daughter be in readiness, to attend us: Martell, your company, and honest Vitry, Thou wilt along with me.
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T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.826 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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'Tis true, And such a desperate cure I would haue vs'd, If the intemperate patient had not bene So neere me as a mother; but to her, And from me gentle vnguents only were To be appli'd: and as phisitians When they are sicke of feuers, eate themselues Such viands as by their directions are Forbid to others, though alike diseas'd, So she considering what she is, may challenge Those cordialls to restore her, by her birth, And priuiledge, which at no suite must be Granted to others. May your pious care Effect but what it aimde at, I am silent. What laught you at Sir? I haue some occasion, I should not else; and the same cause perhaps That makes me do so, may beget in you A contrary effect. Why, what's the matter? I see and ioy to see that sometimes poore men, (And most of such are good) stand more indebted For meanes to breathe to such as are held vitious, Then those that weare like Hypocrites on their foreheads, Th'ambitious titles of iust men and vertuous. Speake to the purpose. Who would e're haue thought The good old Queene, your Highnesse reuerend mother, Into whose house (which was an Academ,) In which all principles of lust were practis'd, No souldier might presume to set his foote; At whose most blessed intercession All offices in the state, were charitably Confer'd on panders, o're-worne chamber wrastlers, And such phisitions as knew how to kill, With safety vnder the pretence of sauing, And such like children of a monstrous peace, That she I say should at the length prouide That men of warre and honest younger brothers, That wold not owe their feeding to their cod-peece, Should be esteem'd of more then mothers, or drones, Or idle vagabonds. I am glad to heare it, Prethee what course takes she to do this? One that cannot faile, she and vertuous traine With her Iewells and all that was worthy the carrying, The last night left the court; and as 'tis more Then sayd, for 'tis confirm'd by such as met her, She's fled vnto your brother. How? Nay storme not, For if that wicked tonge of hers hath not Forgot its pace, and Thierry be a Prince Of such a fiery temper, as report Has giuen him out for; you shall haue cause to vse Such poore men as my selfe; and thanke vs too For comming to you, and without petitions; Pray heauen reward the good old woman for't. I foresaw this. I heare a tempest comming, That sings mine and my kingdomes ruine; hast, And cause a troope of horse to fetch her backe: Yet stay, why should I vse meanes to bring in A plague that of her selfe hath left me? Muster Our souldiers vp, we'ele stand vpon our gard, For we shall be attempted; yet forbeare The inequality of our powers will yeeld me Nothing but losse in their defeature: something Must be done, and done suddainely, saue your labor, In this i'le vse no counsell but mine owne, That course though dangerous is best. Command Our daughter be in readinesse, to attend vs: Martell, your company, and honest Vitry, Thou wilt along with me.