Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Nor night, nor day, no rest: It is but weakness To bear the matter thus: mere weakness, if The cause were not in being: part o' th' cause, She, th' adulteress: for the harlot-King Is quite beyond mine Arm, out of the blank And level of my brain: plot-proofe: but she, I can hook to me: say that she were gone, Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest Might come to me again. Whose there? My Lord. How does the boy? He took good rest to night: 'tis hoped His sickness is discharged. To see his Nobleness, Conceyving the dishonour of his Mother. He strait declined, drooped, took it deeply, Fastened, and fixed the shame on't in himself: Threw-off his Spirit, his Appetite, his Sleep, And downright languished. Leave me solely: go, See how he fares: Fie, fie, no thought of him, The very thought of my Revenges that way Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty, And in his parties, his Alliance; Let him be, Until a time may serve. For present vengeance Take it on her: Camillo, and Polixenes Laugh at me: make their pastime at my sorrow: They should not laugh, if I could reach them, nor Shall she, within my power. You must not enter. Nay rather (good my Lords) be second to me: Fear you his tyrannous passion more (alas) Then the Queen's life? A gracious innocent soul, More free, than he is jealous. That's enough. Madam; he hath not slept to night, commanded None should come at him. Not so hot (good Sir) I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh At each his needless heave: such as you Nourish the cause of his awaking. I Do come with words, as medicinal, as true; (Honest, as either;) to purge him of that humour, That presses him from sleep. Who noise there, ho? No noise (my Lord) but needful conference, About some Gossips for your Highness. How? Away with that audacious Lady. Antigonus, I charged thee that she should not come about me, I knew she would. I told her so (my Lord) On your displeasures peril, and on mine, She should not visit you. What? canst not rule her? From all dishonesty he can: in this (Unless he take the course that you have done) Commit me, for committing honour, trust it, He shall not rule me: La-you now, you hear, When she will take the rain, I let her run, But she'll not stumble. Good my Liege, I come: And I beseech you hear me, who professes Myself your loyal Servant, your Physician, Your most obedient Counsellor: yet that dares Less appear so, in comforting your Evils, Then such as most seem yours. I say, I come From your good Queen. Good Queen? Good Queen (my Lord) good Queen, I say good Queen, And would by combat, make her good so, were I A man, the worst about you. Force her hence.
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Nor night, nor day, no reſt: It is but weakneſſe To beare the matter thus: meere weakneſſe, if The cauſe were not in being: part o' th' cauſe, She, th' Adultreſſe: for the harlot-King Is quite beyond mine Arme, out of the blanke And leuell of my braine: plot-proofe: but ſhee, I can hooke to me: ſay that ſhe were gone, Giuen to the fire, a moity of my reſt Might come to me againe. Whoſe there? My Lord. How do's the boy? He tooke good reſt to night: 'tis hop'd His ſickneſſe is diſcharg'd. To ſee his Nobleneſſe, Conceyuing the diſhonour of his Mother. He ſtraight declin'd, droop'd, tooke it deeply, Faſten'd, and fix'd the ſhame on't in himſelfe: Threw-off his Spirit, his Appetite, his Sleepe, And down-right languiſh'd. Leaue me ſolely: goe, See how he fares: Fie, fie, no thought of him, The very thought of my Reuenges that way Recoyle vpon me: in himſelfe too mightie, And in his parties, his Alliance; Let him be, Vntill a time may ſerue. For preſent vengeance Take it on her: Camillo, and Polixenes Laugh at me: make their paſtime at my ſorrow: They ſhould not laugh, if I could reach them, nor Shall ſhe, within my powre. You muſt not enter. Nay rather (good my Lords) be ſecond to me: Feare you his tyrannous paſsion more (alas) Then the Queenes life? A gracious innocent ſoule, More free, then he is iealous. That's enough. Madam; he hath not ſlept to night, commanded None ſhould come at him. Not ſo hot (good Sir) I come to bring him ſleepe. 'Tis ſuch as you That creepe like ſhadowes by him, and do ſighe At each his needleſſe heauings: ſuch as you Nouriſh the cauſe of his awaking. I Do come with words, as medicinall, as true; (Honeſt, as either;) to purge him of that humor, That preſſes him from ſleepe. Who noyſe there, hoe? No noyſe (my Lord) but needfull conference, About ſome Goſsips for your Highneſſe. How? Away with that audacious Lady. Antigonus, I charg'd thee that ſhe ſhould not come about me, I knew ſhe would. I told her ſo (my Lord) On your diſpleaſures perill, and on mine, She ſhould not viſit you. What? canſt not rule her? From all diſhoneſtie he can: in this (Vnleſſe he take the courſe that you haue done) Commit me, for committing honor, truſt it, He ſhall not rule me: La-you now, you heare, When ſhe will take the raine, I let her run, But ſhee'l not ſtumble. Good my Liege, I come: And I beſeech you heare me, who profeſſes My ſelfe your loyall Seruant, your Phyſitian, Your moſt obedient Counſailor: yet that dares Leſſe appeare ſo, in comforting your Euilles, Then ſuch as moſt ſeeme yours. I ſay, I come From your good Queene. Good Queene? Good Queene (my Lord) good Queene, I ſay good Queene, And would by combate, make her good ſo, were I A man, the worſt about you. Force her hence.