Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.83 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
For the man himself Is such a poor and miserable thing— But such another word, and I take off My blessing: how now Iane? , I feare He is in earnest, marry me to my grave, o that you shall haue my consent, oh do not Enforce me to be guilty of a false Vow, both to Heaven and Angels; on my knees— Humble your heart, rise and correct your sullenness, I am resolved, would you be sacrificed To an unthrift, that will dice away his skin, Rather than want to stake at Ordinaries? Consume what I have gathered at a breakfast, Or morning's draught? and when you ha' teemed for him Turn Semptress to find milk and clouts for babies: Foot stockings, to maintain him in the Compter? Or if this fail, erect a bandy Citadel, Well manned, which fortified with demi-canon Tobacco pipes, may raise you to a fortune, Together with the trail— Oh my cruel stars! Star me no stars, i'll have my will— One minute hath ruined all my hope, Milisent Was cruel thus to mock me. unde— You hear, now he talks. But I ha' found the way, 'tis but procuring Acquaintance with the foreman of the jury, The session's bell-wether, he leads the rest Like sheep when he makes a gap, they follow In huddle to his sentence. Speak to him sir. God save you sir Iohn Belfare. I am a little serious— do not trouble me. D''ee not know me? I neither know, nor care for you, unless You can be silent. I me your neighbour— Master Doctor— Away fool. No sir, a Physician. A Physician? can you cure my daughter? ay sir, where is she? Cannot you find her out by art? a good Physician, should be acquainted with the Stars: Prithee erect a figure, grave Astronomer, shalt ha' the minute she departed; turn Thy Ephemerides a little, i'll lend Thee Ptolemy, and a nest of learned rabbis To judge by: tell me whither she be a live, Or dead, and thou shalt be my Doctor, i'll Give thee a round per Annum pension, And thou shalt kill me for it. He has a strange De lyrium. ay sir. A Vertigo in's head. In his head. What says the Raven? He says, you have two hard words in your head sir. Have you forgot me sir, I was but late Familiar to your knowledge. Ha'your pardon gentle sir I know you now, Impute it to my grief, 'thath almost made me Forget myself. I come to visit you. And cannot but be sorry, to behold You thus afflicted. Doctor I am sick, I'm very sick at heart loss of my daughter I fear, will make me mad, how long d''ee think Man's nature able to resist it, can Your love or art prescribe your friend a Cordial? No, no, you cannot. Sir, be comforted. we have our manly virtue given us, To exercise in such extremes as these.
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Length
496 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.833 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
For the man himselfe Is such a poore and miserable thing— But another word, and I take off My blessing: how now Iane? , I feare He is in earnest, marry me to my graue, o that you shall haue my consent, oh do not Enforce mee to be guilty of a fale Vow, both to Heauen and Angels; on my knees— Humble your heart, and correct your sullennesse, I am resolu'd, would you be sacrific'd To an vnthrift, that wil away his skinne, Rather then want to stake at Ordaries? Consume what I haue gather'd at a breake-fast, Or mornings draugh? and when you ha teem'd for him Turne Semptrle to find milke and clouts for babies: Foote stockings, to maintaine him in the Compter? Or if this ayle, erect a bandy Citadell, Well man'd, which fortified with my-Cannon Tobacco pipes, may raise you to a fortune, Together with the traile— Oh my cruell starres! Srre me no starres, ile haue my will— One minute hath ruin'd all my hope, Milisent Was cruell thus to mocke me. Vnde— You heare, now he talkes. But I ha found the way, tis but procuring Acquaintance with the fore-man of the Iury, The Sessions bell-weather, he leades the rest Like sheepe when hee makes a gap, they follow In huddle to his sentence. Speake to him sir. God saue you sir Iohn Belfare. I am a little serious—do not trouble mee. D'ee not know me? I nyther know, nor care for you, vnlesse You can bee silent. I me your neighbour— Master Doctor— Away foole. No sir, a Physition. A Physition? can you cure my daughter? I sir, where is shee? Cannot you find her out by arte? a good Physition, shud be acquainted with the Starres: Prethee erect a figure, graue Astronomer, Sh'at ha the minute she departed; turne Thy Ephemerides a little, ile lend Thee Ptolomy, and a nest of learned Rabbies To iudge by: tel me whither she be a liue, Or dead, and thou shalt bee my Doctor, ile Giue thee a round per Annum pension, And thou shalt kill me for it. He has a strange De lyrium. I sir. A Vertigo in's head. In his head. What sayes the Rauen? He sayes, you haue two hard words in your head sir. Haue you forgot me sir, I was but late Familiar to your knowledge. Ha'your pardon gentle sir I know you now, Impute it to my griefe, t'hath almost made mee Forget my selfe. I come to visite you. And cannot but bee sorry, to behold You thus afflicted. Doctor I am sicke, I'me very sicke at heart losse of my daughter I feare, will make me mad, how long d'ee thinke Mans nature able to resist it, can Your loue or arte prescribe your friend a Cordial? No, no, you cannot. Sir, bee comforted. Wee haue our manly vertue giuen vs, To exercise in such extreames as these.