Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.81 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
His incivility confirms no less: Good Doctor Pinch, you are a Conjurer, Establish him in his true sense again, And I will please you what you will demand. Alas how fiery, and how sharp he looks. Mark, how he trembles in his ecstasy. Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulse. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear. I charge thee Satan, housed within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers, And to thy state of darkness hie thee strait, I conjure thee by all the Saints in heaven. Peace doting wizard, peace; I am not mad. Oh that thou were't not, poor distressed soul. You Minion you, are these your Customers? Did this Companion with the saffron face Revel and feast it at my house to day, Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut, And I denied to enter in my house. O husband, God doth know you dined at home Where would you had remained until this time, Free from these slanders, and this open shame. Dined at home? Thou Villain, what sayest thou? Sir sooth to say, you did not dine at home. Were not my doors locked up, and I shut out? Perdie, your doors were locked, and you shut out. And did not she herself revile me there? Sans Fable, she herself reviled you there. Did not her Kitchen maid rail, taunt, and scorn me? Certis she did, the kitchen vestal scorned you. And did not I in rage departed from thence? In verity you did, my bones bears witness, That since have felt the vigour of his rage. Is't good to soothe him in these crontraries? It is no shame, the fellow finds his vain, And yielding to him, humours well his frenzy. Thou hast suborned the Goldsmith to arrest me. Alas, I sent you Money to redeem you, By Dromio here, who came in haste for it. Money by me? Heart and good will you might, But surely Master not a rag of Money. Went'st not thou to her for a purse of Ducats. He came to me, and I delivered it. And I am witness with her that she did: God and the Rope-maker bear me witness, That I was sent for nothing but a rope. Mistress, both Man and Master is possessed, I know it by their pale and deadly looks, They must be bound and laid in some dark room. Say wherefore didst thou lock me forth to day, And why dost thou deny the bag of gold? I did not gentle husband lock thee forth. And gentle Mr I received no gold: But I confess sir, that we were locked out. Dissembling Villain, thou speakest false in both Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all, And art confederate with a damned pack, To make a loathsome abject scorn of me: But with these nails, I'll pluck out these false eyes, That would behold in me this shameful sport.
nodes 1107–1166 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 29 in this edition
Length
497 words · 650 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.807 (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)
His inciuility confirmes no leſſe: Good Doctor Pinch, you are a Coniurer, Eſtabliſh him in his true ſence againe, And I will pleaſe you what you will demand. Alas how fiery, and how ſharpe he lookes. Marke, how he trembles in his extaſie. Giue me your hand, and let mee feele your pulſe. There is my hand, and let it feele your eare. I charge thee Sathan, hous'd within this man, To yeeld poſſeſſion to my holie praiers, And to thy ſtate of darkneſſe hie thee ſtraight, I coniure thee by all the Saints in heauen. Peace doting wizard, peace; I am not mad. Oh that thou wer't not, poore diſtreſſed ſoule. You Minion you, are theſe your Cuſtomers? Did this Companion with the ſaffron face Reuell and feaſt it at my houſe to day, Whil'ſt vpon me the guiltie doores were ſhut, And I denied to enter in my houſe. O husband, God doth know you din'd at home Where would you had remain'd vntill this time, Free from theſe ſlanders, and this open ſhame. Din'd at home? Thou Villaine, what ſayeſt thou? Sir ſooth to ſay, you did not dine at home. Were not my doores lockt vp, and I ſhut out? Perdie, your doores were lockt, and you ſhut out. And did not ſhe her ſelfe reuile me there? Sans Fable, ſhe her ſelfe reuil'd you there. Did not her Kitchen maide raile, taunt, and ſcorne me? Certis ſhe did, the kitchin veſtall ſcorn'd you. And did not I in rage depart from thence? In veritie you did, my bones beares witneſſe, That ſince haue felt the vigor of his rage. Is't good to ſooth him in theſe crontraries? It is no ſhame, the fellow finds his vaine, And yeelding to him, humors well his frenſie. Thou haſt ſubborn'd the Goldſmith to arreſt mee. Alas, I ſent you Monie to redeeme you, By Dromio heere, who came in haſt for it. Monie by me? Heart and good will you might, But ſurely Maſter not a ragge of Monie. Wentſt not thou to her for a purſe of Duckets. He came to me, and I deliuer'd it. And I am witneſſe with her that ſhe did: God and the Rope-maker beare me witneſſe, That I was ſent for nothing but a rope. Miſtris, both Man and Maſter is poſſeſt, I know it by their pale and deadly lookes, They muſt be bound and laide in ſome darke roome. Say wherefore didſt thou locke me forth to day, And why doſt thou denie the bagge of gold? I did not gentle husband locke thee forth. And gentle Mr I receiu'd no gold: But I confeſſe ſir, that we were lock'd out. Diſſembling Villain, thou ſpeak'ſt falſe in both Diſſembling harlot, thou art falſe in all, And art confederate with a damned packe, To make a loathſome abiect ſcorne of me: But with theſe nailes, Ile plucke out theſe falſe eyes, That would behold in me this ſhamefull ſport.