Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.77 · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Pardon my Lord for me and for my tidings. I'll see thee to stand up. Then here's a man stands that has brought his pardon, I would you had kneeled my Lord to ask me mercy, And that at my bidding you could so stand up. I would I had, so I had broke thy pate And asked thee mercy for't. Good faith across, but my good Lord 'tis thus, Will you be cured of your infirmity? No. O will you eat no grapes my royal fox? Yes but you will, my noble grapes, and if My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a medicine That's able to breath life into a stone, Quicken a rock, and make you dance Canari With sprightly fire and motion, whose simple touch Is powerful to arayse King Pippen, nay To give great Charlemagne a pen in's hand And write to her a love-line. What her is this? Why doctor she: my Lord, there's one arrived, If you will see her: now by my faith and honour, If seriously I may convey my thoughts In this my light deliverance, I have spoke With one, that in her sex, her years, profession, Wisdom and constancy, hath amazed me more Than I dare blame my weakness: will you see her? For that is her demand, and know her business? That done, laugh well at me. Now good Lafeu, Bring in the admiration, that we with thee May spend our wonder too, or take off thine By wondering how thou tookst it. Nay, I'll fit you, And not be all day neither. Thus he his special nothing ever prologues. Nay, come your ways. This haste hath wings indeed. Nay, come your ways, This is his Majesty, say your mind to him, A Traitor you do look like, but such traitors His Majesty seldom fears, I am Cresseds Uncle, That dare leave two together, far you well. Now fair one, does your business follow us? I my good Lord, Gerard de Narbon was my father, In what he did profess, well found. I knew him. The rather will I spare my praises towards him, Knowing him is enough on's bed of death, Many receipts he gave me, chiefly one, Which as the dearest issue of his practice And of his old experience, th' only darling, He bade me store up, as a triple eye, Safer than mine own two: more dear I have so, And hearing your high Majesty is touched With that malignant cause, wherein the honour Of my dear father's gift, stands chief in power, I come to tender it, and my appliance, With all bond humbleness. We thank you maiden, But may not be so credulous of cure, When our most learned Doctors leave us, and The congregated College have concluded, That labouring Art can never ransom nature From her inaydible estate: I say we must not So stain our judgement, or corrupt our hope, To prostitute our past-cure malady To empirics, or to dissever so Our great self and our credit, to esteem A senseless help, when help past sense we deem.
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Length
520 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.767 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Pardon my Lord for mee and for my tidings. Ile ſee thee to ſtand vp. Then heres a man ſtands that has brought his pardon, I would you had kneel'd my Lord to aske me mercy, And that at my bidding you could ſo ſtand vp. I would I had, ſo I had broke thy pate And askt thee mercy for't. Good faith a-croſſe, but my good Lord 'tis thus, Will you be cur'd of your infirmitie? No. O will you eat no grapes my royall foxe? Yes but you will, my noble grapes, and if My royall foxe could reach them: I haue ſeen a medicine That's able to breath life into a ſtone, Quicken a rocke, and make you dance Canari With ſprightly fire and motion, whoſe ſimple touch Is powerfull to arayſe King Pippen, nay To giue great Charlemaine a pen in's hand And write to her a loue-line. What her is this? Why doctor ſhe: my Lord, there's one arriu'd, If you will ſee her: now by my faith and honour, If ſeriouſly I may conuay my thoughts In this my light deliuerance, I haue ſpoke With one, that in her ſexe, her yeeres, profeſſion, Wiſedome and conſtancy, hath amaz'd mee more Then I dare blame my weakeneſſe: will you ſee her? For that is her demand, and know her buſineſſe? That done, laugh well at me. Now good Lafew, Bring in the admiration, that we with thee May ſpend our wonder too, or take off thine By wondring how thou tookſt it. Nay, Ile fit you, And not be all day neither. Thus he his ſpeciall nothing euer prologues. Nay, come your waies. This haſte hath wings indeed. Nay, come your waies, This is his Maieſtie, ſay your minde to him, A Traitor you doe looke like, but ſuch traitors His Maieſty ſeldome feares, I am Creſſeds Vncle, That dare leaue two together, far you well. Now faire one, do's your buſines follow vs? I my good Lord, Gerard de Narbon was my father, In what he did profeſſe, well found. I knew him. The rather will I ſpare my praiſes towards him, Knowing him is enough on's bed of death, Many receits he gaue me, chieflie one, Which as the deareſt iſſue of his practice And of his olde experience, th' onlie darling, He bad me ſtore vp, as a triple eye, Safer then mine owne two: more deare I haue ſo, And hearing your high Maieſtie is toucht With that malignant cauſe, wherein the honour Of my deare fathers gift, ſtands cheefe in power, I come to tender it, and my appliance, With all bound humbleneſſe. We thanke you maiden, But may not be ſo credulous of cure, When our moſt learned Doctors leaue vs, and The congregated Colledge haue concluded, That labouring Art can neuer ranſome nature From her inaydible eſtate: I ſay we muſt not So ſtaine our iudgement, or corrupt our hope, To proſtitute our paſt-cure malladie To empericks, or to diſſeuer ſo Our great ſelfe and our credit, to eſteeme A ſenceleſſe helpe, when helpe paſt ſence we deeme.