Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.86 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
He easily believing what he wished, More than a perpetuity of pleasure In any object else, flattered by hope Forgetting his own greatness, he fell prostrate At the doctor's feet, implored their aid, & swore, Provided they recovered her, he would live A private man, & they should share his dukedom. They seemed to promise fair, and every hour Vary their judgements as they find his fit To suffer intermission, or extremes. For his behaviour since As you have pity Support her gently. Now be your own witnesses. I am prevented. Carefully I beseech you, The gentlest touch torments her, & then think What I shall suffer. O you earthy gods, You second natures, that from your great master (Who joined the limbs of torn Hippolytus, And drew upon himself the Thunderers envy) Are taught those hidden secrets that restore To life death wounded men, You have a patient On whom to express the excellence of art, Will bind e'en heaven your debtor, though It pleases To make your hands the organs of a work The saints will smile to look on, & good Angels Clap their Celestial wings to give it plaudits. How pale and wan she looks? O pardon me, That I presume dyde o'er with bloody guilt, Which makes me I confess, far, far unworthy To touch this snow-white hand. How cold it is? This once was Cupid's firebrand, and still 'Tis so to me. How slow her pulses beat to? Yet in this temper she is all perfection, And Mistress of a heat so full of sweetness, The blood of virgins in their pride of youth Are balls of Snow or Ice compared unto her. Is not this strange? O cross him not dear daughter, Our conscience tells us we have been abused, Wrought to accuse the innocent, and with him Are guilty of a fact-! 'Tis now past help. With me? What is he? He has a strange aspect, A Iew by birth, and a Physician By his profession as he says, who hearing Of the Duke's frenzy, on the forfeit of His life will undertake to render him Perfect in every part. Provided that Your Lordship's favour gain him free access, And your power with the Duke a safe protection, Till the great work be ended. Bring me to him, As I find cause I'll do. How sound she sleeps! Heaven keep her from a lethargy; how long (But answer me with comfort I beseech you.) does your sure judgement tell you that these lids That cover richer jewels then themselves Like envious night will bar these glorious suns From shining on me? We have given her Sir, A sleepy potion that will hold her long, That she may be less sensible of the torment, The searching of her wound will put her to she now feels little, but if we should make her, To hear her speak would fright both us and you, And therefore dare not hasten it.
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Length
496 words · 624 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.858 (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
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
He easily beleeuing what he wish'd, More then a perpetuitie of pleasure In any obiect else, flatter'd by hope Forgetting his owne greatnesse, he fell prostrate At the doctors feet, implor'd their ayd, & swore, Prouided they recouer'd her, he would liue A priuat man, & they should share his dukedom. They seem'd to promise faire, and euerie houre Varie their iudgements as they find his fit To suffer intermission, or extreames. For his behauiour since As you haue pitty Support her gently. Now be your owne witnesses. I am preuented. Carefully I beseech you, The gentlest touch torments her, & then thinke What I shall suffer. O you earthy gods, You second natures, that from your great master (Who ioyn'd the limbes of torne Hyppolytus, And drew vpon himselfe the Thunderers enuie) Are taught those hidden secrets that restore To life death wounded men, You haue a patient On whom to'xpresse the excellence of art, Will bind e'ne heau'n your debtor, though It pleases To make your hands the organs of a worke The saints will smile to looke on, & good Angels Clap their Celestiall wings to giue it plaudits. How pale and wan she lookes? O pardon me, That I presume dyde o're with bloody guilt, Which makes me I confesse, far, far vnworthy To touch this snow-white hand. How cold it is? This once was Cupids fire-brand, and still 'Tis so to me. How slow her pulses beat to? Yet in this temper she is all perfection, And Mistris of a heat so full of sweetnesse, The blood of virgins in their pride of youth Are balles of Snow or Ice compar'd vnto her. Is not this strange? O crosse him not deere daughter, Our conscience tells vs we haue been abus'd, Wrought to accuse the innocent, and with him Are guiltie of a fact -! 'Tis now past helpe. With me? What is he? He has a strange aspect, A Iew by birth, and a Physitian By his profession as he sayes, who hearing Of the Dukes phrensie, on the forfeit of His life will vndertake to render him Perfect in euery part. Prouided that Your Lordships fauour gaine him free accesse, And your power with the Duke a safe protection, Till' the great worke be ended. Bring me to him, As I find cause I'le doe. How sound she sleepes! Heauen keepe her from a lethergie; how long (But answere me with comfort I beseech you.) Do's your sure iudgement tell you that these lids That couer richer iewells then themselues Li'ke enuious night will barre these glorious sunnes From shining on me? We haue giuen her Sir, A sleepy potion that will hold her long, That she may be lesse sensible of the torment, The searching of her wound will put her to Shee now feeles litle, but if we should make her, To heare her speake would fright both vs and you, And therefore dare not hasten it.