Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Good Father tell us how you found him Wounded, and how you did preserve him. Sir, what I told you Concerning the finding of him wounded, All that was true, and how I did recover him By a sovereign water; but that he after Died within my arms, you see is false And yet he spoke those words that I delivered As his dying speech, he having then indeed No hope of life: but heaven so ordered it, That he recovered by my skill in Surgery, In which Art I shall not boast to say That I am equal with the most skilful of this age, Which I think well appears, since I have cured Him in so short a time; yet I must attribute His sudden curing to a sovereign balm, That an Egyptian gave me, from which country I late came. Holy man, expect from me a great reward; For you have back to me restored the comfort Of my life; but where have you since lived, Or how came you by this disguise? I lived with him still in a little Cottage, And he did from the City fetch me disguises: Divine Clarinda, pardon me, I was your bedfellow, And did not know my own happiness then; If I had known you, I would have done Just as I did; I see you are amazed, it was I That in disguise rescued you, and saved your honour, When that villain would have ravished you; In which I was most happy; for I shall now present You, so much the richer gift to your Lysander. Here brave Lysander, let me deliver up Into thine arms the jewel of thy life; And in that make some part of satisfaction, For the wrong I did he, in compelling thee To fight for that which was thine own before In justice. My Lord, the service of my life hereafter Shall make manifest how much I honour you, And with what joy I do receive your gift. I would have given my life to have redeemed Lysander's; where is the joy then that I should feel For his deliverance. O I have found the cause. That doth suppress it; it's envy that Clarinda's Happier than myself: why should I envy that Which is her due, both by his vows and her Own merit. How sad the Princess looks? I wonder She doth not speak to me. Heart, though thou burst, the world shall not See I grieve or envy Lysander and Clarinda, May you be happy in your loves, which I can never be. Her noble heart will burst with grief, Would I had died, or rather that I had two hearts, By death I had been free, this way I am A debtor to the Princess, and that ingratitude Torments me worse than death. Call for the sacred Priest, and let us change That which we thought should have been a scene O blood, into a scene of joy, by joining Two despairing Lovers hands together.
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Good Father tell vs how you found him Wounded, and how you did preſerue him. Sir, what I told you Concerning the finding of him wounded, All that was true, and how I did recouer him By a ſoueraigne water; but that he after Dyed within my armes, you ſee is falſe And yet he ſpoke thoſe words that I deliuer'd As his dying ſpeech, he hauing then indeed No hope of life: but heauen ſo order'd it, That he recouer'd by my skill in Surgery, In which Art I ſhall not boaſt to ſay That I am equall with the moſt skilfull of this age, Which I thinke well appeares, ſince I haue cured Him in ſo ſhort a time; yet I muſt attribute His ſodaine curing to a ſoueraigne balme, That an Egyptian gaue mee, from which countrey I late came. Holy man, expect from me a great reward; For you haue backe to me reſtor'd the comfort Of my life; but where haue you ſince liued, Or how came you by this diſguiſe? I liu'd with him ſtill in a little Cottage, And he did fom the City fetch me diſguiſes: Diuine Clarinda, pardon me, I was your bedfellow, And did not know my owne happineſſe then; If I had knowne you, I would haue done Iuſt as I did; I ſee you are amazd, it was I That in diſguiſe reſcued you, and ſau'd your honor, When that villaine would haue rauiſht you; In which I was moſt happy; for I ſhall now preſent You, ſo much the richer gift to your Lyſander. Here braue Lyſander, let me deliuer vp Into thine armes the Iewell of thy life; And in that make ſome part of ſatisfaction, For the wrong I did hee, in compelling thee To fight for that which was thine owne before In iuſtice. My Lord, the ſeruice of my life hereafter Shall make manifeſt how much I honor you, And with what ioy I doe receiue your guift. I would haue giuen my life to haue redeem'd Lyſanders; where is the ioy then that I ſhould feele For his deliuerance. O I haue found the cauſe. That doth ſuppreſſe it; it's enuy that Clarinda's Happier then my ſelfe: why ſhould I enuy that Which is her doe, both by his vowes and her Owne merit. How ſad the Princeſſe lookes? I wonder Shee doth not ſpeake to me. Heart, though thou burſt, the world ſhal not See I grieue or enuye Lyſander and Clarinda, May you be happie in your loues, which I can neuer be. Her noble heart will burſt with griefe, Would I had dyed, or rather that I had two hearts, By death I had beene free, this way I am A debtor to the Princeſſe, and that ingratitude Torments me worſe then death. Call for the ſacred Prieſt, and let vs change That which we thought ſhould haue been a Scoene O blood, into a Scoene of ioy, by ioyning Two deſpairing Louers hands together.