Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 24 of 39
Chettle, Henry · published 1631 · first performed or written 1602 [Dec 29, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.72 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Is the Duke's taster there? I am at hand with my office. Fill for the Duke good cousin, taste it first. I have no mind to it Stilt, for all my antidote. I warrant you Master let Prince Otho drink next, Here cozen, will you begin to my father? I thank you kindly, i'll not be so bold, It is your office; fill unto my Lord. Well god be with it, it's gone down, and now i'll send the medicine after; Father pray drink to my cousin for he is so mannerly that he'll not drink before you. Pray ye do my Lord, for Prince Otho is best worthy of all this company to drink of that cup, which and he do, I hope he shall ne'er drink more. Good for tune after all this sorrow Saxony. O worthy Ferdinand, fortune and I are parted, she has played the minion with me, turned all her favours in to frowns, and in scorn robbed me of all my hopes, and in one hour o'er turned me from the top of her proud wheel. Build not on fortune, she's a fickle dame And those that trust unto her sphere are fools. Fill for his Excellence. Here cozen for your Excellence, pray drink you to the Duke of Saxony. Not I kind cozen, I list not to drink. God's Lady, I think Stilt, we are all undone, for I feel a jumbling worse and worse. O give the Duke some of the medicine What medicine talk'st thou of? what ails my son? O lord, father, and ye mean to be a life's man take some of this. Why? this is deadly poison unprepared. True, but it was prepared for you and me by an excellent fellow, a french Doctor? ay, he is one that had great care of you. Villain what was he? drink not Saxony I doubt I am by treason poisoned. Heaven keep that fortune from my dread Lord. Treason ye Princes, treason to the lives Of Ferdinand the Duke of Prussia My Princely master! Otho of Luningberg Who should intend us treason? This fond Prince. Never to you Father, but to my cousin Charles; indeed I meant to poison him, but I have peppered myself. I never gave thee cause. That's nothing to the purpose, but my Lord took occasion by the council of a French Doctor. Physitians for the Duke, y vncie faints. Surgeons for the Prince, my master falls. Call no Physicians, for I feel't too late, The subtle poison mingled with my blood ' Numbs all the passages, and nimble death Fleets on his purple currents to my heart. Father, I am dying too, oh now I depart, Be good to Stilt my man, he was accessary to all this. I truly: was I sir therefore I hope you'll be good to me, I helped to mingle the poison as the French Doctor, and my master charged me. What's that French Doctor? What's become of him? we left him in the court in my master's chamber.
nodes 1225–1272 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 39 in this edition
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509 words · 659 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.722 (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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Is the Dukes taster there? I am at hand with my office. Fill for the Duke good cozen, tast it first. I haue no minde to it Stilt, for all my antidote. I warrant you Master let Prince Otho drinke next, Heere cozen, will you begin to my father? I thanke you kindly, i'le not be so bold, It is your office; fill vnto my Lord. Well god be with it, it's gon downe, and now ile send the medicine after; Father pray drinke to my cozen for hee is soe mannerly that hee'l not drinke before you. Pray yee doe my Lord, for Prince Otho is best worthy of all this company to drinke of that cup, which and he doe, I hope he shall nere drinke more. Good for tune after all this sorrow Saxony. O worthy Ferdinand, fortune and I are parted, she has playd the minion with mee, turn'd all her fauours in to frownes, and in scorne rob'd mee of all my hopes, and in one houre o're turnd mee from the top of her proud wheele. Build not on fortune, shee's a sickle dame And those that trust vnto her spheare are fooles. Fill for his Excellence. Here cozen for your Excellence, pray drinke you to the Duke of Saxony. Not I kind cozen, I list not to drinke. Gods Lady, I thinke Stilt, wee are all vndone, for I feele a iumbling worse and worse. O giue the Duke some of the medicine What medicine talk'st thou of? what ayles my son? O lord, father, and yee meane to be a liues man take some of this. Why? this is deadly poyson vnprepar'd. True, but it was prepar'd for you and mee by an excellent fellow, a french Doctor? I, he is one that had great cqre of you. Villaine what was he? drinke not Saxony I doubt I am by treason poyson'd. Heauen keepe that fortune from my dread Lord. Treason ye Princes, treason to the liues Of Ferdinand the Dke of Prussia My Princely master! Otho of Luningberg Who should intend vs treason? This fond Prince. Neuer to you Father, but to my cozen Charles▪ indeede I meant to poyson him, but I haue pepperd my selfe. I neuer gaue thee cause. That's nothing to the purpose, but my Lord tooke occasion by the councell of a French Doctor. Physitians for the Duke, y vncie faints. Surgeons for the Prince, my master falls. Call no Phisitians, for I feel't too late, The subtill poyson mingled with my blood 'Nums all the passages, and nimble death Fleetes on his prple currents to my heart. Father, I am dying too, oh now I departe, Be good to Stilt my man, he was accessary to all this. I truely: was I sir therefore I hope you'le be good to me, I helpt to mingle the poyson as the French Doctor, and my master charged me. What's that French Doctor? What's become of him? Wee left him in the court in my masters chamber.