Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.56 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
We will observe it. Yes, and grace it too Sir. For Corax else is humerous and testy. By any means, men singular in Art, Have always some odd whimsy more than usual. The name of this conceit. Sir, it is called the Mask of Melancholy. We must look for nothing but sadness, here then. Madness rather In several changes: Melancholy is The Root as well of every Apish frenzy, Laughter and mirth, as dulness. Pray my Lord Hold and observe the plot, 'tis there expressed In kind, what shall be now expressed in action. No interpretation, take your places quickly. Nay, nay, leave ceremony: sound to the entrance. Bow, Bow, wow, wow; the moon's eclipsed, I'll to the Churchyard and sup: Since I turned Wolf, I bark and howl, and dig up graves, I will never have the Sun shine again, 'tis midnight, deep dark midnight, get a prey, and fall too, I have catched thee now. Are. This kind is called, Lycanthropia, Sir, When men conceive themselves Wolves. Here I find it. I will hang 'em all, and burn my wife: was I not an Emperor; my hand was kissed, and Ladies lay down before me. In triumph did I ride with my Nobles about me, till the mad-dog bit me, I fell, and I fell, and I fell. It shall be treason by Statute for any man to name water, or wash his hands throughout all my Dominions; break all the looking-glasses, I will not see my horns; my wife Cuckolds me, she is a whore, a whore, a whore, a whore. Hydrophobia term you this? And men possessed so, shun all sight of water: Sometimes, if mixed with jealousy, it renders them. Incurable, and oftentimes brings death. Philosophers dwell in the Moon Speculation and Theory girdle the world about like a wall. Ignorance like an Atheist, must be damned in the pit. I am very, very poor, and poverty is the physic for the soul: my opinions are pure and perfect. Envy is a monster, and I defy the beast. Delirium this is called, which is mere dotage, Sprung from Ambition first, and singularity, Self love, and blind opinion of true merit. I not dislike the course. Yes forsooth, and no forsooth, is not this fine, I pray, your blessing Gaffer, here, here, here did he give me a shove, and cut off's tail: buss, buss Nuncle, and there's a pum for daddy. You find this noted there, Phrenitis. True. Pride is the ground on't; It reigns most in women. They that will learn to drink a health in Hell, Must learn on earth to take Tobacco well, To take Tobacco well, to take Tobacco well: For in Hell they drink nor Wine, nor Ale, nor Beer, But fire, and smoke, and stench, as we do here. I'll soup thee up. Thou'st straight to execution. Fool, Fool, Fool, catch me and thou canst.
nodes 1346–1388 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 36 in this edition
Length
486 words · 691 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.561 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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We will obserue it. Yes, and grace it too Sir. For Corax else is umorous and testy. By any meanes, men singular in Art, Haue alwayes some odde whimsey more then vsuall. The name of this conceit. Sir, it is called the Maske of Melancholy. We must looke for nothing but sadnesse, here then. Madnesse rather In seuerall changes: Melancholy is The Roote aswell of euery Apish Phrensey, Laughter and mirth, as dulnesse. Pray my Lord Hold and obserue the plot, tis there exprest In kind, what shall be now exprest in action. No interpretation, take your places quickly. Nay, nay, leaue ceremony: sound to the entrance. Bow, Bow, wow, wow; the Moone's eclipsed, Ile to the Church-yard and sup: Since I turn'd Wolfe, I bark and howle, and digge vp graues, I will neuer haue the Sunne shine againe, tis midnight, deepe darke midnight, get a prey, and fall too, I haue catcht thee now. Arre. This kind is called, Lycanthropia, Sir, When men conceiue themselues Wolues. Here I finde it. I will hang 'em all, and burne my wife: was I not an Emperour; my hand was kist, and Ladies lay downe before me. In triumph did I ride with my Nobles about me, till the mad-dog bit mee, I fell, and I fell, and I fell. It shall be treason by Statute for any man to name water, or wash his hands throughout all my Dominions; breake all the looking-glasses, I will not see my hornes; my wife Cuckolds me, she is a whore, a whore, a whore, a whore. Hydrophobia terme you this? And men possest so, shun all sight of water: Sometimes, if mixt with iealousie, it renders them. Incurable, and oftentimes brings death. Philosophers dwel in the Moone Speculation and Theory girdle the world about like a wall. Ignorance like an Atheist, must bee damn'd in the pit. I am very, very poore, and pouerty is the phisicke for the soule: my opinions are pure and perfect. Enuy is a monster, and I defie the beast. Delirium this is call'd, which is meere dotage, Sprung from Ambition first, and singularity, Selfe loue, and blind opinion of true merit. I not dislike the course. Yes forsooth, and no forsooth, is not this fine, I pray, your blessing Gaffer, here, here, here did hee giue me a shough, and cut offs taile: busse, busse Nuncle, and ther's a pum for Daddee. You find this noted there, Phrenitis. True. Pride is the ground on't; It raignes most in women. They that will learne to drinke a health in Hell, Must learne on earth to take Tobacco well, To take Tobacco well, to take Tobacco well: For in Hell they drink nor Wine, nor Ale, nor Beere, But fire, and smoake, and stench, as we do heere. Ile soope thee vp. Thou'st straight to execution. Foole, Foole, Foole, catch me and thou canst.