Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.86 · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
One would suspect it for a shop of witchcraft, To find in it the fat of Serpents; spawn of Snakes, Iewes spital, And their young children ordures, and all these for the face: I would sooner eat a dead pigeon, taken from the soles of the feet Of one sick of the plague, then kiss one of you fasting: Here are two of you, whose sin of your youth, is the very Patrimony of the Physician, makes him renew his foot-cloth with the Spring, and change his High-prized courtesan with the fall of the leaf: I do wonder you do not loathe yourselves, Observe my meditation now: What thing is in this outward form of man To be beloved? we account it ominous, If Nature do produce a Colt, or Lamb, A Fawn, or Goat, in any limb resembling A Man; and fly from't as a prodigy. Man stands amazed to see his deformity, In any other Creature but himself. But in our own flesh, though we bear diseases Which have their true names, only ta'en from beasts, As the most ulcerous Wolf, and swinish Measel; Though we are eaten up of lice, and worms, And though continually we bear about us A rotten and dead body, we delight To hide it in rich tissue all our fear, (Nay all our terror) is, lest our Physician Should put us in the ground, to be made sweet. Your wife's gone to Rome: you two couple, and get you To the wells at Leuca, to recover your aches. I have other work on foot: I observe our Duchess Is sick adays, she pukes, her stomach seethes, The fins of her eyelids, look most teeming blue, She wanes i'th' cheek, and waxes fat i'th' flank; And (contrary to our Italian fashion,) Wears a loose-bodied Gown, there's somewhat in't, I have a trick, may chance discover it (A pretty one) I have bought some apricocks, The first our Spring yields. And so long since married? You amaze me. Let me seal your lips for ever, For did I think, that any thing but th'air, Could carry these words from you, I should wish You had no breath at all: Now Sir, in your contemplation? You are studying to become a great wise fellow? Oh Sir, the opinion of wisdom, is a foul tetter, That runs all over a man's body: if simplicity Direct us to have no evil, it directs us to a happy Being: For the subtlest folly proceeds from the Subtlest wisdom: Let me be simply honest. I do understand your inside. Do you so? Because you would not seem to appear to th'world Puffed up with your preferment: You continue This out off fashion melancholy, leave it, leave it. Give me leave to be honest in any phrase, in any Compliment whatsoever, shall I confess myself to you? I look no higher than I can reach: They are the gods, that must ride on winged horses, A lawyer's mule of a slow pace, will both surt My disposition, and business: For (mark me) When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop, They quickly both tire.
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 858 · TCP A14872 · DEEP 714
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 614–676 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 47 in this edition
Length
527 words · 704 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.855 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
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)
One would suspect it for a shop of witch-craft, To finde in it the fat of Serpents; sawne of Snakes, Iewes spittle, And their yong children ordures, and all these for the face: I would sooner eate a dead pidgeon▪ taken from the soles of the feete Of one sicke of the plague, then kisse one of you fasting: Here are two of you, whose sin of your youth, is the very Patrimony of the Physition, makes him renew his Foote-cloth with the Spring, and change his High-priz'd curtezan with the fall of the leafe: I do wonder you doe not loath your selues, Obserue my meditation now: What thing is in this outward forme of man To be belou'd? we account it ominous, If Nature doe produce a Colt, or Lambe, A Fawne, or Goate, in any limbe resembling A Man; and flye from't as a prodegy. Man stands amaz'd to see his deformity, In any other Creature but himselfe. But in our owne flesh, though we beare diseases Which haue their true names, onely tane from beasts, As the most vlcerous Woolfe, and swinish Meazeall; Though we are eaten vp of lice, and wormes, And though continually we beare about vs A rotten and dead body, we delight To hide it in rich tissew all our feare, (Nay all our terrour) is, least our Phisition Should put vs in the ground, to be made sweete. Your wife's gone to Rome: you two cople, and get you To the wels at Leuca, to recouer your aches. I haue other worke on foote: I obserue our Duchesse Is sicke a dayes, she puykes, her stomacke seethes, The ins of her eie-lids, looke most teeming blew, She waines i'th'cheeke, and waxes fat i'th'flanke; And (contrary to our Italian fashion,) Weares a loose-bodied Gowne, there's somewhat in't, I haue a tricke, may chance discouer it (A pretty one) I haue bought some Apicocks, The first our Spring yeelds. And so long since married? You amaze me. Let me seale your lipps for euer, For did I thinke, that any thing but th'ayre, Could carry these words from you, I should wish You had no breath at all: Now Sir, in your contemplation? You are studdying to become a great wise fellow? Oh Sir, the opinion of wisedome, is a foule tettor, That runs all ouer a mans body: if simplicity Direct vs to haue no euill, it directs vs to a happy Being: For the subtlest folly proceedes from the Subtlest wisedome: Let me be simply honest. I do vnderstand your in-side. Do you so? Because you would not seeme to appeare to th'world Puff'd vp with your preferment: You continue This out off shashion mellancholly, leaue it, leaue it. Giue me leaue to be honest in any phrase, in any Complement whatsoeuer, shall I confesse my selfe to you? I looke no higher then I can reach: They are the gods, that must ride on winged horses, A Lawyers mule of a slow pace, will both surt My disposition, and businesse: For (marke me) When a mans mind rides faster then his horse can gallop, They quickly both tyre.