Markham, Gervase / Sampson, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1622 [c.1619-1622] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.76 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Come away Disease, and hang up these my trophies, Whilst I with gentle air, beat upon the ears of passengers. At hand Sir, and here is your Ensign; as for your drugs, there is not one of them but is able to send a man to God or the Devil in an instant. Come will you buy, for I have here The rarest Gums that ever were; Gold is but dross and Features die, Else Aesculapius tells a lie: But I, Come will you buy, Have Medicines for that Malady. What's he? O Sir, it is one that undertakes to know more Simples, then ever grew in Paradise; 'tis Rabbi Achitophel. What, the famous mountebank? The same Sir. Is there a Lady in this place, Would not be masked, but for her face; O do not blush, for here is that Will make your pale cheeks plump and fat. Then why Should I thus cry, And none a Scruple of me buy. Reverend Iew; I hear you're famed for many rarities; As Sculpture, Painting, and the setting forth Of many things that are inscrutable; Besides you are a learned rare Physician. I know as much as ere Sambashaw did, That was old Adam's Schoolmaster; for, look you Sir: Here is a rare Mercurian Pill, An Anodine helps every ill; The Dissenterea, and the Gout, And cures the snivelling in the Snout. The Sick, Or any Crick, Straight cures this Diaphoretic. I shall have employment for you. The Iew is all your Creature, and his skill he'll willingly bestow upon your goodness. O Sir, you shall not. Yes Sir, my Master will willingly give you his skill; Yet, with this Memorandum, you must pay for his good will. I am no niggard, Sir. Besides, my Lord, there's never a Pebble in Iordan, but my Master is able to make the philosopher's Stone of it. O wonderful! as how I pray you Sir? Why by extraction, solution, reverberation, coagulation, fixation, vivification, mortification, & multa alia. Peace knave, I say, these pearls must not feed Porkets. How, do you make Swine of us? I tell you we are as errand Iewes as yourself. No more, you're all for mine employment; you for stone, You for Painting, you for Timberwork; No man shall want his merit: Go, away, Apply your labours, there's a largesse for you. O brave Lord Ioseph. Come to me Gallants you whose need, The common Surgeons cannot read; Here is a Balm will cure all sores, Got in Broils, or unwholesome whores. Come away, For why the day, Is past, and here I cannot stay. O cease my Marriam, tears can do no good; This Murder's past example; to be drowned, Drowned in a shallow murmur where the stones Chid the faint water for not covering them. O, 'twas a plot beyond the Devil sure; Man could not have that malice. Madam yes, And 'twas some great one too that had his fist Thrust in the blood of Aristobulus.
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499 words · 716 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.758 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Come away Disease, and hang vp these my trophees, Whilst I with gentle ayre, beat vpon the eares of passengers. At hand Sir, and heere is your Ensigne; as for your Drugges, there is not one of them but is able to send a man to God or the Diuell in an instant. Come will you buy, for I haue heere The rarest Gummes that euer were; Gold is but drosse and Features dye, Els Aesculapius tels a lie: But I, Come will you buy, Haue Medicines for that Maladie. What's hee? O Sir, it is one that vndertakes to know more Simples, then euer grew in Paradise; tis Rabbi Achitophel. What, the famous Mountebanke? The same Sir. Is there a Lady in this place, Would not bee mask't, but for her face; O doe not blush, for heere is that Will make your pale cheekes plumpe and fat. Then why Should I thus crye, And none a Scruple of mee buye. Reuerend Iew; I heare y'are fam'd for many rarities; As Sculpture, Painting, and the setting forth Of many things that are inscrutable; Besides you are a learned rare Physitian. I know as much as ere Sambashaw did, That was old Adams Schoolmaister; for, look you Sir: Heere is a rare Mercurian Pill, An Anodine helps euery ill; The Dissenterea, and the Gout, And cures the sniueling in the Snout. The Sicke, Or any Cricke, Straight cures this Diaphoreticke. I shall haue imployment for you. The Iew is all your Creature, and his skill Hee'l willingly bestow vpon your gooduesse. O Sir, you shall not. Yes Sir, my Maister will willingly giue you his skill; Yet, with this Memorandum, you must pay for his good will. I am no niggard, Sir. Besides, my Lord, there's neuer a Pibble in Iordan, but my Maister is able to make the Philosophers Stone of it. O wonderfull! as how I pray you Sir? Why by extraction, solution, reuerberation, coagulation, fixation, viuiuication, mortification, & multa alia. Peace knaue, I say, these pearls must not feed Porkets. How, doe you make Swine of vs? I tell you we are as arrand Iewes as your selfe. No more, y'are all for mine imployment; you for stone, You for Painting, you for Timber-worke; No man shall want his merit: Goe, away, Apply your labours, there's a largesse for you. O braue Lord Ioseph. Come to me Gallants you whose need, The common Surgeons cannot reede; Heere is a Balme will cure all sores, Got in Broyles, or vnwholsome whores. Come away, For why the day, Is past, and heere I cannot stay. O cease my Marriam, teares can doe no good; This Murder's past example; to be drownd, Drownd in a shallow murmure where the stones Chid the faint water for not couering them. O, 'twas a plot beyond the Diuell sure; Man could not haue that mallice. Madam yes, And 'twas some great one too that had his fist Thrust in the blood of Aristobulus.