Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.85 · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
My duty then shall pay me for my pains: I will no more enforce mine office on you, Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts, A modest one to bear me back again. I cannot give thee less to be called grateful: Thou thoughtst to help me, and such thankes I give, As one near death to those that wish him live: But what at full I know, thou know'st no part, I knowing all my peril, thou no Art. What I can do, can do no hurt to try, Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy: He that of greatest works is finisher, Oft does them by the weakest minister: So holy Writ, in babes hath judgement shown, When judges have been babes; great floods have flown From simple sources: and great Seas have dried When Miracles have by the great'st been denied. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises: and oft it hits, Where hope is coldest, and despair most shifts. I must not hear thee, far thee well kind maid, Thy pains not used, must by thyself be paid, Proffers not took, reap thanks for their reward. Inspired Merit so by breath is bar, It is not so with him that all things knows As 'tis with us, that square our guess by shows: But most it is presumption in us, when The help of heaven we count the act of men. Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent, Of heaven, not me, make an experiment. I am not an Impostrue, that proclaim Myself against the levill of mine aim, But know I think, and think I know most sure, My Art is not past power, nor you past cure. Art thou so confident? Within what space Hop'st thou my cure? The greatest grace lending grace, Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring, Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist Hesperus, hath quenched her sleepy Lamp: Or four and twenty times the Pilots glass Hath told the thievish minutes, how they pass: What is infirm, from your sound parts shall fly, Health shall live free, and sickness freely dye. Upon thy certainty and confidence, What darest thou venture? Tax of impudence, A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame Traduced by odious ballads: my maiden's name Seared otherwise, ne worse of worst extended With vildest torture, let my life be ended. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak His powerful sound, within an organ weak: And what impossibility would slay In common sense, sense saves another way: Thy life is dear, for all that life can rate Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate: Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all That happiness and prime, can happy call: Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate, Sweet practiser, thy Physic I will try, That ministers thine own death if I die. If I break time, or flinch in property Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die, And well deserved: not helping, death's my see, But if I help, what do you promise me.
nodes 520–587 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 46 in this edition
Length
522 words · 686 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.846 (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)
My dutie then ſhall pay me for my paines: I will no more enforce mine office on you, Humbly intreating from your royall thoughts, A modeſt one to beare me backe againe. I cannot giue thee leſſe to be cal'd gratefull: Thou thoughtſt to helpe me, and ſuch thankes I giue, As one neere death to thoſe that wiſh him liue: But what at full I know, thou knowſt no part, I knowing all my perill, thou no Art. What I can doe, can doe no hurt to try, Since you ſet vp your reſt 'gainſt remedie: He that of greateſt workes is finiſher, Oft does them by the weakeſt miniſter: So holy Writ, in babes hath iudgement ſhowne, When Iudges haue bin babes; great flouds haue flowne From ſimple ſources: and great Seas haue dried When Miracles haue by the great'ſt beene denied. Oft expectation failes, and moſt oft there Where moſt it promiſes: and oft it hits, Where hope is coldeſt, and deſpaire moſt ſhifts. I muſt not heare thee, fare thee wel kind maide, Thy paines not vs'd, muſt by thy ſelfe be paid, Proffers not tooke, reape thanks for their reward. Inſpired Merit ſo by breath is bard, It is not ſo with him that all things knowes As 'tis with vs, that ſquare our gueſſe by ſhowes: But moſt it is preſumption in vs, when The help of heauen we count the act of men. Deare ſir, to my endeauors giue conſent, Of heauen, not me, make an experiment. I am not an Impoſtrue, that proclaime My ſelfe againſt the leuill of mine aime, But know I thinke, and thinke I know moſt ſure, My Art is not paſt power, nor you paſt cure. Art thou ſo confident? Within what ſpace Hop'ſt thou my cure? The greateſt grace lending grace, Ere twice the horſes of the ſunne ſhall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnall ring, Ere twice in murke and occidentall dampe Moiſt Heſperus, hath quench'd her ſleepy Lampe: Or foure and twenty times the Pylots glaſſe Hath told the theeuiſh minutes, how they paſſe: What is infirme, from your ſound parts ſhall flie, Health ſhall liue free, and ſickeneſſe freely dye. Vpon thy certainty and confidence, What dar'ſt thou venter? Taxe of impudence, A ſtrumpets boldneſſe, a divulged ſhame Traduc'd by odious ballads: my maidens name Seard otherwiſe, ne worſe of worſt extended With vildeſt torture, let my life be ended. Methinks in thee ſome bleſſed ſpirit doth ſpeak His powerfull ſound, within an organ weake: And what impoſſibility would ſlay In common ſence, ſence ſaues another way: Thy life is deere, for all that life can rate Worth name of life, in thee hath eſtimate: Youth, beauty, wiſedome, courage, all That happines and prime, can happy call: Thou this to hazard, needs muſt intimate Skill infinite, or monſtrous deſperate, Sweet practiſer, thy Phyſicke I will try, That miniſters thine owne death if I die. If I breake time, or flinch in property Of what I ſpoke, vnpittied let me die, And well deſeru'd: not helping, death's my ſee, But if I helpe, what doe you promiſe me.