Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Do not you love him Madam? Go not about; my love hath in't a bond Whereof the world takes note: Come, come, disclose: The state of your affection, for your passions Have to the full appeached. Then I confess Here on my knee, before high heaven and you, That before you, and next unto high heaven, I love your Son: My friends were poor but honest, so's my love: Be not offended, for it hurts not him That he is loved of me; I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit, Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him, Yet never know how that desert should be: I know I love in vain, strive against hope: Yet in this captious, and intemible Siue. I still pour in the waters of my love And lack not to lose still; thus Indian like Religious in mine error, I adore The Sun that looks upon his worshipper, But knows of him no more. My dearest Madam, Let not your hate encounter with my love, For loving where you do; but if yourself, Whose aged honour cities a virtuous youth, Did ever, in so true a flame of liking, Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Diana Was both herself and love, O then give pity To her whose state is such, that cannot choose But lend and give where she is sure to lose; That seeks not to find that, her search implies, But riddle like, lives sweetly where she dies. Had you not lately an intent, speak truly, To go to Paris? Madam I had. Wherefore? tell true. I will tell truth, by grace itself I swear: You know my Father left me some prescriptions Of rare and proved effects, such as his reading And manifest experience, had collected For general sovereignty: and that he wiled me In heedefull'st reservation to bestow them, As notes, whose faculties inclusive were, More than they were in note: Amongst the rest, There is a remedy, approved, set down, To cure the desperate languish whereof The King is rendered lost. This was your motive for Paris, was it, speak? My Lord, your son, made me to think of this; Else Paris, and the medicine, and the King, Had from the conversation of my thoughts, Happily been absent then. But think you Helen, If you should tender your supposed aid, He would receive it? He and his Physicians Are of a mind, he, that they cannot help him: They, that they cannot help, how shall they credit A poor unlearned Virgin, when the Schools Embowelled of their doctrine, have left off The danger to itself. There's something in't More than my Father's skill, which was the great'st Of his profession, that his good receipt, Shall for my legacy be sanctified By th' luckiest stars in heaven, and would your honour But give me leave to try success, I'd venture The well lost life of mine, on his Grace's cure, By such a day, an hour. Dost thou believe't? I Madam knowingly.
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Doe not you loue him Madam? Goe not about; my loue hath in't a bond Whereof the world takes note: Come, come, diſcloſe: The ſtate of your affection, for your paſſions Haue to the full appeach'd. Then I confeſſe Here on my knee, before high heauen and you, That before you, and next vnto high heauen, I loue your Sonne: My friends were poore but honeſt, ſo's my loue: Be not offended, for it hurts not him That he is lou'd of me; I follow him not By any token of preſumptuous ſuite, Nor would I haue him, till I doe deſerue him, Yet neuer know how that deſert ſhould be: I know I loue in vaine, ſtriue againſt hope: Yet in this captious, and intemible Siue. I ſtill poure in the waters of my loue And lacke not to looſe ſtill; thus Indian like Religious in mine error, I adore The Sunne that lookes vpon his worſhipper, But knowes of him no more. My deereſt Madam, Let not your hate incounter with my loue, For louing where you doe; but if your ſelfe, Whoſe aged honor cites a vertuous youth, Did euer, in ſo true a flame of liking, Wiſh chaſtly, and loue dearely, that your Dian Was both her ſelfe and loue, O then giue pittie To her whoſe ſtate is ſuch, that cannot chooſe But lend and giue where ſhe is ſure to looſe; That ſeekes not to finde that, her ſearch implies, But riddle like, liues ſweetely where ſhe dies. Had you not lately an intent, ſpeake truely, To goe to Paris? Madam I had. Wherefore? tell true. I will tell truth▪ by grace it ſelfe I ſweare: You know my Father left me ſome preſcriptions Of rare and prou'd effects, ſuch as his reading And manifeſt experience, had collected For generall ſoueraigntie: and that he wil'd me In heedefull'ſt reſeruation to beſtow them, As notes, whoſe faculties incluſiue were, More then they were in note: Amongſt the reſt, There is a remedie, approu'd, ſet downe, To cure the deſperate languiſhings whereof The King is render'd loſt. This was your motiue for Paris, was it, ſpeake? My Lord, your ſonne, made me to think of this; Elſe Paris, and the medicine, and the King, Had from the conuerſation of my thoughts, Happily beene abſent then. But thinke you Hellen, If you ſhould tender your ſuppoſed aide, He would receiue it? He and his Phiſitions Are of a minde, he, that they cannot helpe him: They, that they cannot helpe, how ſhall they credit A poore vnlearned Virgin, when the Schooles Embowel'd of their doctrine, haue left off The danger to it ſelfe. There's ſomething in't More then my Fathers skill, which was the great'ſt Of his profeſſion, that his good receipt, Shall for my legacie be ſanctified By th' luckieſt ſtars in heauen, and would your honor But giue me leaue to trie ſucceſſe, I'de venture The well loſt life of mine, on his Graces cure, By ſuch a day, an houre. Doo'ſt thou beleeue't? I Madam knowingly.