Aristippus, or The Jovial Philosopher · chunk 14 of 18
Randolph, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1626 [1625-1626] (Annals) entertainment; academic entertainment T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.79 · 459 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
How now neighbour Wild-man? O Aristippus, Aristippus, what shall I do for thee, Aristippus? What ecstasy is this? O Aristippus, Aristippus, what shall I do for thee Aristippus? Why neighbour Wild-man, disclose your griefs to me, I am a Surgeon, and perchance may cure 'em? O cry you mercy, you are the welcomest man on earth, Sir Signior Medico de campo, the welcomest man living, the only man I could have wished for, O Aristippus, Aristippus. Why what's the matter, neighbour? O I hear he has seduced away your Parishioners, is this the cause of your Lamentation? O no Sir, a learned Philosopher, one that I love with my soul: but in my rage I cannot tell you Sir, 'tis a dismal tale, the sharpest Razor in your shop would turn edge at it. Never fear it, I have one was sent from a— faith I cannot think on's name, a great Emperor, he that I did the great cure on, you have heard on't I am sure: I fetched his head from China, after it had been there a fortnight buried, and set it on his shoulders again, and made him as lively, as ever I saw him in my life; and yet to see I should not think on's name. O I have it now, Prester Iohn, a pox on't, Prester Iohn, 'twas he, he, i'faith, 'twas Prester Iohn; I might have had his Daughter if I had not been a fool; and have lived like a Prince all the days of my life; nay, and perchance have inherited the Crown after his death; but a pox on't, her lips were too thick for me, and that I should not think on Prester Iohn. O Aristippus, Aristippus, pox on your Prester Iohn Sir, will you think on Aristippus? What should I do with him? Why? in my rage Sir, I have almost killed him, and now would have you cure him in sober sadness. Why call him out Sir. Sir, yonder comes one of his Pupils. Salve Mr. Simplicius. Salve me, 'tis but a surgeon's compliment, Signior Medico de Campo; but you are welcome Sir, my Tutor wants help. Are you there you Usquebaugh Rascal, with your Metheglin juice? I'll teach you Sir to break a philosopher's pate; I'll make you leave your distinctions as well as I have done. O pardon, pardon me, I repent Sir heartily, O Aristippus, Aristippus, I have broken thy head, Aristippus, but I'll give thee a plaster, Aristippus, Aristippus. I pray Sir bring him out in his Chair, and if the house can furnish you with barber's provision, let all be in readiness. Pray Sir do you think you can cure him? Him? why neighbour, do you not remember the Thumb?
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459 words · 665 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.788 (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
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
How now neighbour Wild-man? O Aristippus, Aristippus, what shall I doe for thee, Aristippus? What extasie is this? O Aristippus, Aristippus, what shall I doe for thee Aristippus? Why neighbour Wilde-man, disclose your griefes to me, I am a Surgeon, and perchance may cure vm? O cry you mercy, you are the welcommest man on earth, Sir Signior Medico de campo, the welcmomest man liuing, the only man I could haue wished for, O Aristippus, Aristippus. Why what's the matter, neighbour? O I heare he has seduced away your Parishioners, is this the cause of your Lamentation? O no Sir, a learned Philosopher, one that I loue with my soule: but in my rage I cannot tell you Sir, 'tis a dismall tale, the sharpest Razor in your shop would turne edge at it. Neuer feare it, I haue one was sent from a— faith I cannot thinke on's name, a great Emperour, hee that I did the great cure on, you haue heard on't I am sure: I fetched his head from China, after it had beene there a fortnight buried, and set it on his shoulders againe, and made him as liuely, as euer I saw him in my life; and yet to see I should not thinke on's name. O I haue it now, Prester Iohn, a poxe on't, Prester Iohn, 'twas hee, hee, I faith, 'twas Prester Iohn; I might haue had his Daughter if I had not been a foole; and haue liu'd like a Prince all the daies of my life; nay, and perchance haue inherited the Crowne after his death; but a poxe on't, her lips were too thicke for me, and that I should not thinke on Prester Iohn. O Aristippus, Aristippus, poxe on your Prester Iohn Sir, will you thinke on Aristippus? What should I doe with him? Why? in my rage Sir, I haue almost killed him, and now would haue you cure him in sober sadnesse. Why call him out Sir. Sir, yonder comes one of his Pupils. Salue Mr. Simplicius. Salue me, 'tis but a Surgeons complement, Signior Medico de Campo; but you are welcome Sir, my Tutor wants helpe. Are you there you Vsquebaugh Rascall, with your Metheglin iuyce? I'll teach you Sir to breake a Philosophers pate; I'll make you leaue your distinctions as well as I haue done. O pardon, pardon me, I repent Sir heartily, O Aristippus, Aristippus, I haue broken thy head, Aristippus, but I'll giue thee a plaister, Aristippus, Aristippus. I pray Sir bring him out in his Chaire, and if the house can furnish you with Barbers prouision, let all bee in readinesse. Pray Sir doe you thinke you can cure him? Him? why neighbour, doe you not remember the Thumbe?