Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
I am sick, the man Speaks poniards, and diseases. O my Doctor, I never shall recover. If a Virgin, Whose speech was ever yet ushered with fear, One knowing modesty, and humble silence To be the choicest ornaments of our sex, In the presence of so many Reverend men, Struck dumb with terror and astonishment, Presume to clothe her thought in vocal sounds, Let her find pardon. First, to you, great Sir, A bashful Maid's thanks, and her zealous prayers Winged with pure innocence, bearing them to Heaven, For all prosperity, that the Gods can give To one, whose piety must exact their care, Thus low I offer. 'tis a happy Omen. Rise blessed one, and speak boldly: on my virtue I am thy warrant; from so clear a Spring Sweet Rivers ever flow. Then thus to you My noble Father, and these Lords, to whom I next owe duty, no respect forgotten To you my Brother, and these bold young men (Such I would have them) that are, or should be The City's Sword and Target of defence. To all of you, I speak; and if a blush Steal on my cheeks, it is shown to reprove Your paleness; willingly I would not say Your cowardice, or fear: think you all treasure Hid in the bowels of the Earth, or Shipwrecked In Neptune's watery Kingdom, can hold weight When Liberty, and Honour, fill one scale, Triumphant justice sitting on the beam? Or dare you but imagine that your gold is Too dear a salary for such as hazard Their blood, and lives in your defence? For me An ignorant Girl, bear witness heaven, so far I prize a Soldier, that to give him pay With such Devotion as our Flamens Offer Their Sacrifices at the holy Altar, I do lay down these jewels, will make sale Of my superfluous Wardrobe to supply The meanest of their wants. Brave masculine spirit! We are shown to our shame what we in honour Should have taught others. Such a fair example Must needs be followed. Ever my dear Sister, But now our Family's glory. Were she Deformed The virtues of her mind would force a stoic To sue to be her servant. I must yield, And though my heart blood part with it, I will Deliver in my wealth. I would say something, But the truth is, I know not what. We have money, And men must now be thought on. We can press Of Labourers in the country (men enured To cold and heat) ten thousand. Or if need be, In roll of Slaves, lusty, and able Varlets, And fit for service. They shall go for me, I will not pay and fight too. How! your Slaves? O stain of Honour! once more, Sir, your pardon, And to their shames, let me deliver, what I know in justice you may speak. Most gladly, I could not wish my thoughts a better organ, Than your tongue, t' express them.
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I am sicke, the man Speakes poniards, and diseases. O my Doctor, I neuer shall recouer. If a Virgin, Whose speech was euer yet vsher'd with feare, One knowing modestie, and humble silence To be the choysest ornaments of our sexe, In the presence of so many Reuerend men, Strucke dumbe with terrour and astonishment, Presume to cloath her thought in vocall sounds, Let her finde pardon. First, to you, great Sir, A bashfull Mayd's thankes, and her zealous prayers Wing'd with pure innocence, bearing them to Heauen, For all prosperitie, that the Gods can giue To one, whose pietie must exact their care, Thus lowe I offer. Tis a happie Omen. Rise blest one, and speake boldly: on my vertue I am thy warrant; from so cleere a Spring Sweet Riuers euer flow. Then thus to you My noble Father, and these Lords, to whom I next owe duty, no respect forgotten To you my Brother, and these bolde young men (Such I would haue them) that are, or should be The Cities Sword and Target of defence. To all of you, I speake; and if a blush Steale on my cheekes, it is showne to reproue Your palenesse; willingly I would not say Your cowardise, or feare: thinke you all treasure Hid in the bowels of the Earth, or Shipwrack'd In Neptunes watry Kingdome, can hold weight When Libertie, and Honour, fill one scale, Triumphant Iustice sitting on the beame? Or dare you but imagine that your golde is Too deare a salary for such as hazard Their blood, and liues in your defence? For me An ignorant Girle, beare witnesse heauen, so farre I prize a Souldier, that to giue him pay With such Deuotion as our Flamens Offer Their Sacrifices at the holy Altar, I doe lay downe these jewels, will make sale Of my superfluous Wardrobe to supply The meanest of their wants. Braue masculine spirit! We are showne to our shame what we in honour Should haue taught others. Such a faire example Must needs be followed. Euer my deare Sister, But now our Families glory. Were she Deform'd The vertues of her minde would force a Stoicque To sue to be her seruant. I must yeeld, And though my heart blood part with it, I will Deliuer in my wealth. I would say something, But the truth is, I know not what. We haue money, And men must now be thought on. We can presse Of Labourers in the countrey (men in-vr'd To colde and heate) ten thousand. Or if need be, In roll of Slaues, lustie, and able Varlets, And fit for seruice. They shall goe for me, I will not pay and fight too. How! your Slaues? O staine of Honour! once more, Sir, your pardon, And to their shames, let me deliuer, what I know in justice you may speake. Most gladly, I could not wish my thoughts a better organ, Then your tongue, t' expresse them.