Ford, John · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Nov 24] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
O, by your leave, Sir. I must be bold to raise ye, else your Physic Will turn to further sickness. Physic, Bear-leech? Yes physic, you are mad. Trollio, Cleophila. Sir, I am here. I know thee, Rhetias, prithee rid the room Of this tormenting noise. He tells me, sirrah. I have took physic, Rhetias, physic, physic. Sir true, you have; and this most learned Scholar Applied t'ee. O you were in dangerous plight Before he took ye hand. These things are drunk, Directly drunk. Where did you get your liquour? I never saw a body in the wane Of age, so over spread with several sorts Of such diseases as the strength of Youth Would groan under and sink. The more your glory in the miraculous cure. Bring me the Cordial Prepared for him to take after his sleep, 'twill do him good at heart. I hope it will, Sir. What dost think I am, that thou shouldst fiddle So much upon my patience? Fool, the weight Of my disease sits on my heart so heavy, That all the hands of Art cannot remove One grain to ease my grief. If thou couldst poison My memory, or wrap my senses up Into a dulness, hard and cold as Flints? If thou couldst make me walk, speak, eat and laugh Without a sense or knowledge of my faculties, Why then perhaps at Marts thou might'st make benefit Of such an Antic motion, and get credit From credulous gazers, but not profit me. Study to gull the wise; I am too simple To be wrought on. I'll burn my books (old man) But I will do thee good, and quickly too. Most honoured Lord Meleander, our great Master, Prince Palador of Cyprus, hath by me Sent you this Patent, in which is contained Not only confirmation of the Honours You formerly enjoyed, but the addition Of the Marshalship of Cyprus, and ere long He means to visit you. Excuse my haste, I must attend the Prince.— There's one Pill works. Dost know that spirit? 'tis a grave familiar, And talked I know not what. he's like, methinks, the Prince his Tutor, Aretus. Yes, yes; it may be I have seen such a formality; No matter where, or when. The Prince hath sent ye (My Lord) this Staff of Office, and withal Salutes you Grand Commander of the Ports Throughout his Principalities. He shortly Will visit you himself: I must attend him.— D''ee feel your physic stirring yet? A Devil is a rare juggler, and can cheat the eye, But not corrupt the reason in the Throne Of a pure soul.— Another? I will stand thee, Be what thou canst, I care not. From the Prince, dear Brother, I present you this rich Relic, A jewel he hath long worn in his bosom: Henceforth he bade me say, he does beseech you To call him son, for he will call you Father. It is an honour (brother) that a subject Cannot but entertain with thankful prayers. Be moderate in your loys, he will in person Confirm my errand, but commands my service.
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O, by your leaue, Sir. I must be bold to raise yee, else your Phisicke Will turne to further sicknes. Phisick, Beare-leech? Yes phisick, you are mad. Trollio, Cleophila. Sir, I am here. I know thee, Rhetias, prethee rid the roome Of this tormenting noyse. He tells me, sirra. I haue tooke phisick, Rhetias, phisicke, phisicke. Sir true, you haue; and this most learned Scholer Apply'd t'ee. O you were in dangerous plight Before he tooke ye hand. These things are drunke, Directly drunke. Where did you get your liquor? I neuer saw a body in the wane Of age, so ouer spred with seuerall sorts Of such diseases as the strength of Youth Would groane vnder and sinke. The more your glory in the miraculous cure. Bring me the Cordiall Prepar'd for him to take after his sleepe, Twill doe him good at heart. I hope it will, Sir. What do'st think I am, that thou should'st fiddle So much vpon my patience? Foole, the waight Of my disease sits on my heart so heauy, That all the hands of Art cannot remoue One graine to ease my griefe. If thou cood'st poyson My memory, or wrap my senses vp Into a dulnesse, hard and cold as Flints? If thou cood'st make me walke, speake, eate and laugh Without a sense or knowledge of my faculties, Why then perhaps at Marts thou might'st make benefit Of such an Anticke motion, and get credit From credulous gazers, but not profit me. Study to gull the wise; I am too simple To be wrought on. Ile burne my bookes (old man) But I will doe thee good, and quickly too. Most honor'd Lord Meleander, our great Master, Prince Palador of Cyprus, hath by me Sent you this Patent, in which is contain'd Not onely confirmation of the Honors You formerly enioyed, but the addition Of the Marshalship of Cyprus, and ere long He meanes to visit you. Excuse my haste, I must attend the Prince.— There's one Pill workes. Do'st know that spirit? tis a graue familiar, And talkt I know not what. Hee's like, me thinks, the Prince his Tutor, Aretus. Yes, yes; it may be I haue seene such a formality; No matter where, or when. The Prince hath sent ye (My Lord) this Staffe of Office, and withall Salutes you Grand Commander of the Ports Throughout his Principalities. He shortly Will visit you himselfe: I must attend him.— D'ee feele your physick stirring yet? A Diuell is a rare Iuggler, and can cheate the eye, But not corrupt the reason in the Throne Of a pure soule.—Another? I will stand thee, Be what thou canst, I care not. From the Prince, deare Brother, I present you this rich Relique, A Iewell he hath long worne in his bosome: Henceforth he bade mee say, he does beseech you To call him sonne, for he will call you Father. It is an honor (brother) that a subiect Cannot but intertaine with thankfull pray'rs. Be moderate in your loyes, he will in person Confirme my errand, but commands my seruice.