Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Well then, what think you if I make a drink Which given unto him on the bridal night, Shall for five days so rob his faculties Of all ability to pay that duty, Which new made wives expect, that she shall swear She is not matched to a man. 'T were rare. And then If she have any part of woman in her, She'll or fly out, or at least give occasion Of such a breach which ne'er can be made up, Since he that to all else did never fail Of as much as could be performed by man, Proves only ice to her. 'Tis excellent. The physician Helps ever at a dead lift; a fine calling, That can both raise, and take down, our upon thee. For this one service I am ever thine, Prepare it; i'll give it him myself, for you Protaldy, By this kiss, and our promised sport at night, (do conjure you) to bear up; not minding The opposition of Theodoret, Or any of his followers; what so ere You are, yet appear valiant, and make good The opinion that is had of you: for myself In the new queen's remove, being made secure, Fear not, i'll make the future building sure. This Stag stood well, and cunningly. My horse I am sure, has found it, for her sides are Blooded from flank to shoulder, where's the troop? Past homeward, weary and tired as we are, Now Martell, have you remembered what we though of? Yes Sir, I have sniggled him, and if there be Any desert in his blood, beside the itch, Or manly hair, but what decoctions Leeches, and callises have crammed into him, Your Lordship thall know perfect. What's that, may not I know too? Yes Sir, To that end we cast the project. What is't? A desire Sir, Upon the gilded flag your grace's favour Has stuck up for a General, and to inform you, For this hour he shall pass the test, what valour, Stayed judgement, soul, or safe discretion Your mother's wandering eyes, and your obedience Have flung upon us, to assure your knowledge, He can be, dare be, shall be, must be nothing, Load him with piles of honours; set him off With all the cunning foils that may deceive us: But a poor, cold, unspirited, unmannered, Unhonest, unaffected, undone, fool, And most unheard of coward, a mere lump Made to load beds withal, and like a nightmare Ride Ladies, that forget to say their prayers, One that dares only be diseased, and in debt, Whose body mews more plasters every month, Than women do old faces. No more, I know him, I now repent my error, take your time And try him home, ever thus far reserved, You tie your anger up. I lost it else Sir. violence, Bring me his sword fair taken, without For that will best declare him. That's the thing. And my best horse is thine. Your grace's servant. You'll hunt no more Sir,
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VVell then, what thinke you if I make a drinke VVhich giuen vnto him on the bridall night, Shall for fiue dayes so rob his faculties Of all ability to pay that duty, VVhich new made wiues expect, that she shall sweare She is not matchde to a man. 'T were rare. And then If she haue any part of woman in her, She'le or fly out, or at least giue occasion Of such a breach which can be made vp, Since he that to all else did neuer faile Of as much as could be performide by man, Proues only ice to her. 'Tis excellent. The Phystian Helps euer at a dead lift; a fine calling, That can bothraise, and take downe, our vpon thee. For this one seruice I am euer thine, Prepare it; ile giue it him my selfe, for you Protaldye, By this kisse, and our promisde sport at night, (do coniure you) to beare vp; not minding The opposition of Theodoret, Or any of his followers; what so ere You are, yet appeare valiant, and make good The opinion that is had of you: for my selfe In the new Queenes remoue, being made secure, Feare not, ile make the future building sure. This Stag stood well, and cunningly. My horse I am sure, has found it, for her sides are Blooded from flanke to shoulder, wheres the troope? Past home-ward, weary and tirde as we are, Now Martell, haue you remembred what we though of? Yes Sir, I haue snigled him, and if there be Any desert in his blood, beside the itche, Or manly heare, but what decoctions Leaches, and callises haue cramde into him, Your Lordship thall know perfect. VVhats that, may not I know too? Yes Sir, To that end we cast the proiect. VVhat ist? A desire Sir, Vpon the gilded flag your graces fauour Has stuck vp for a Generall, and to informe you, For this houre hee shall passe the test, what valour, Stayd iudgement, soule, or safe discretion Your mothers wandring eyes, and your obedience Haue flung vpon vs, to assure your knowledge, He can bee, dare be, shall be, must be nothing, Loade him with piles of honors; set him off With all the cunning foyles that may deceiue vs: But a poore, cold, vnspirited, vnmannerde, Vnhonest, vnaffected, vndone, foole, And most vnheard of coward, a meere lumpe Made to loade beds withall, and like a nightmare Ride Ladies, that forget to say their prayers, One that dares only be diseased, and in debt, Whose body mewes more plaisters euery month, Then women do old faces. No more, I know him, I now repent my error, take your time And try him home, euer thus far reseru'd, You tie your anger vp. I lost it else Sir. violence, Bring me his sword faire taken, without For that will best declare him. That's the thing. And my best horse is thine. Your graces seruant. You'le hune no more Sir,