Markham, Gervase / Sampson, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1622 [c.1619-1622] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
There's reason for my Lord, then know you'ave here The strongest quickest killingst poison, which Learning or Art ere uttered; for one drop Kills sooner than a Canon; yet so safe And free from all suspicion, that no eye Shall see or swelling, pustule, or disease, Rage or affrighting torment: but as death were Kissing and not killing, hence they go Wrapped up in happy Slumbers. 'tis enough; Go, and as Art produces things like these, Let me hear from you. The Iew is all your Creature. Though (my Lord) I did not trouble my brains, yet I bestirred my stumps ere this work was brought to pass; I know the weight of the Pestle and Mortar, and though my hands lost some leather; yet they found labour worthy your Lordship's remembrance. O, I understand you, go, there's gold. Now my best Aunt and Uncle, see you this; here's but a little substance; yet a strength Able to bear a Kingdom every way: This shall bring safety to us, and conduct Herod the way to Heaven: Uncle you Shall take it to your keeping; and as I Direct you by my Letters, so employ it; howe'er storms yet hang over us, you shall find, I have a Deity can calm the wind. thouart excellent in all things; keep thy way: What we admire, that we must obey. But is it certain Pheroas is so sick, As Rumor doth give out? Madam, he is; Nor hath he ever since his Banishment Cast up his heavy countenance. 'tis most strange; But judgement still pursues him; yet I'll call And visit his affliction; for although His words accused my Marriam; 'tis his sin Not person, that I envy. Madam, here comes his Lady. O, you are well encountered; I am sad That sadness thus afflicts you. I'm bound unto your goodness. How fares your noble Husband? Desperately ill; His sickness Madam rageth like a Plague, Once spotted, never cured; 'tis his mind That doth afflict his body; and that war Quickly brings on destruction. Whence should proceed these Passions? All I can gather is his Banishment, Which, drawing something to his Conscience, Makes every thing more mortal. Advice and sufferance is a ready cure For these distempered passions; and might I But see him, I would boldly tender them. Your Highness may; for now he's coming forth To change the air, not his affliction. Leave me, O leave me to myself, that I may think Upon the tedious hours I've yet to live. O, what a journey hath that man to Heaven, Whose Conscience is oppressed with injury; Sin, like so many pulleys hanging by, To draw the Soul still downward: Herod; O Herod. Ha, what's this? sure I must sound him deeper: How fare you Sir? O Madam, Madam; I am full of miseries. Discourse with Patience; she will comfort you.
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There's reason fr my Lord, then know y'aue here The strongest quickest killingst poyson, which Learning or Art ere vtter'd; for one drop Kils sooner then a Canon; yet so safe And free from all suspition, that no eye Shall see or swelling, pustule, or disease, Rage or affrighting torment: but as death were Kissing and not killing, hence they goe Wrapt vp in happy Slumbers. Tis enough; Goe, and as Art produces things like these, Let me heare from you. The Iew is all your Creature. Though (my Lord) I did not trouble my braines, yet I bestir'd my stumps ere this worke was brought to passe; I know the waight of the Pestle and Morter, and though my hands lost some leather; yet they found labour worthy your Lordships remembrance. O, I vnderstand you, goe, there's gold. Now my best Aunt and Vncle, see you this; Heeres but a little substance; yet a strength Able to beare a Kingdome euery way: This shall bring safety to vs, and conduct Hered the way to Heauen: Vncle you Shall take it to your keeping; and as I Direct you by my Letters, so imploy it; How ere stormes yet hang ore vs, you shall finde, I haue a Deity can calme the winde. Th'art excellent in all things; keepe thy way What we admire, that we must obay. But is it ce taine Pheroas is so sicke, As Rumor doth giue out? Madam, he is; Nor hath he euer since his Banishment Cast vp his heauy count'nance. Tis most strange; But iudgement still pursues him; yet Ile call And visit his affliction; for although His vvords accus'd my Marriam; tis his sinne Not person, that I enuy. Madam, here comes his Lady. O, you are wel encounter'd; I am sad That sadnesse thus afflicts you. I'm bound vnto your goodnesse. How fares your noble Husband? Desperately ill; Hiscknesse Madam rageth like a Plague, Once neuer cured; tis his minde That doth afflict his body; and that warre Quickly brings on destruction. Whence should proceed these Passions? All I can gather is his Banishment, Which, drawing something to his Conscience, Makes euery thing more mortall. Aduice and sufferance is a ready cure For these distempered passions; and might I But see him, I would boldly tender them. Your Highnesse may; for now he's comming forth To change the ayre, not his affliction. Leaue me, O leaue me to my selfe, that I may thinke Vpon the tedious houres I'ue yet to liue. O, what a Iourney hath that man to Heauen, Whose Conscience is opprest with iniury; Sinne, like so many Pullies hanging by, To draw the Soule still downward: Herod; O Herod. Ha, what's this? sure I must sound him deeper: How fare you Sir? O Madam, Madam; I am full of miseries. Discourse with Patience; she will comfort you.