Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Peace, Urs, peace, Urs, they'll kill the poor Whale, and make oil of her. Pray thee go in. I'll see 'em poxed first, and piled, and double piled. Let's away, her language grows greasier than her Pigs. Dost so, snotty nose? good Lord! are you snivelling? you were engendered on a she-beggar, in a barn, when the bald Thrasher, your Sire, was scarce warm. Pray thee, let's go. Not, faith: I'll stay the end of her, now: I know she cannot last long; I find by her similes, she wanes a pace. Does she so? I'll set you gone. Give me my Pig-pan hither a little. I'll scald you hence, and you will not go. Gentlemen, these are very strange vapours! and very idle vapours! I assure you. You are a very serious ass, we assure you. Humh! Ass? and serious? nay, than pardon me my vapour. I have a foolish vapour, Gentlemen: any man that does vapour me, the Ass, Master Quarlous— What than, Master Iordan? I do vapour him the lie. Faith, and to any man that vapours me the lie, I do vapour that. Nay, than, vapours upon vapours. Ware the pan, the pan, the pan, she comes with the pan, Gentlemen. God bless the woman. Oh. What's the matter? Goodly woman! Mistress! Curse of hell, that ever I saw these Fiends, o! I ha' scalded my leg, my leg, my leg, my leg. I ha' lost a limb in the service! run for some cream and salad oil, quickly. Are you underpeering, you Baboon? rip of my hose, an you be men, men, men. Run you for some cream, good mother Ione. I'll look to your basket. Best sit up i'your chair, Ursula. Help, Gentlemen. Be of good cheer, Urs, thou hast hindered me the currying of a couple of Stallions, here, that abused the good race- Bawd o'Smithfield; 'twas time for 'em to go. I faith, when the pan came, they had made you run else. (this had been a fine time for purchase, if you had ventured.) Not a whit, these fellows were too fine to carry money. Nightingale, get some help to carry her leg out o'the air; take of her shoes; body o'me, she has the Mallenders, the scratches, the crown scab, and the quitter bone, i'the t'other leg. Oh! the pox, why do you put me in mind o'my leg, thus, to make it prick, and shoot? would you ha' me i'the Hospital, afore my time? Patience, Urs, take a good heart, 'tis but a blister, as big as a Windgall; I'll take it away with the white of an egg, a little honey, and hog's grease, ha' thy pasterns well rolled, and thou shall't pace again by to morrow. I'll tend thy Booth, and look to thy affairs, the while: thou shalt sit i'thy chair, and give directions, and shine Vrsa maior.
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Peace, Vrs, peace, Vrs, they'll kill the poore Whale, and make oyle of her. Pray thee goe in. I'le ſee 'hem pox'd firſt, and pil'd, and double pil'd. Let's away, her language growes greaſier then her Pigs. Dos't ſo, ſnotty noſe? good Lord! are you ſniueling? you were engendred on a ſhe-begger, in a barne, when the bald Thraſher, your Sire, was ſcarce warme. Pray thee, let's goe. No, faith: I'le ſtay the end of her, now: I know ſhee cannot laſt long; I finde by her ſimiles, ſhee wanes a pace. Do's ſhee ſo? I'le ſet you gone. Gi' mee my Pig-pan hither a little. I'le ſcald you hence, and you will not goe. Gentlemen, theſe are very ſtrange vapours! and very idle vapours! I aſſure you. You are a very ſerious aſſe, wee aſſure you. Humh! Aſſe? and ſerious? nay, then pardon mee my vapour. I haue a fooliſh vapour, Gentlemen: any man that doe's vapour me, the Aſſe, Maſter Quarlous— What then, Maſter Iordan? I doe vapour him the lye. Faith, and to any man that vapours mee the lie, I doe vapour that. Nay, then, vapours vpon vapours. 'Ware the pan, the pan, the pan, ſhee comes with the pan, Gentlemen. God bleſſe the woman. Oh. What's the matter? Goodly woman! Miſtreſſe! Curſe of hell, that euer I ſaw theſe Feinds, oh! I ha' ſcalded my leg, my leg, my leg, my leg. I ha' loſt a limb in the ſeruice! run for ſome creame and ſallad oyle, quickly. Are you vnder-peering, you Baboun? rip off my hoſe, an' you be men, men, men. Runne you for ſome creame, good mother Ione. I'le looke to your basket. Beſt ſit vp i'your chaire, Vrſla. Helpe, Gentlemen. Be of good cheere, Vrs, thou haſt hindred me the currying of a couple of Stallions, here, that abus'd the good race-Bawd o'Smithfield; 'twas time for 'hem to goe. I faith, when the panne came, they had made you runne elſe. (this had beene a fine time for purchaſe, if you had ventur'd.) Not a whit, theſe fellowes were too fine to carry money. Nightingale, get ſome helpe to carry her legge out o'the ayre; take off her ſhooes; body o'me, ſhe has the Mallanders, the ſcratches, the crowne ſcabbe, and the quitter bone, i'the tother legge. Oh! the poxe, why doe you put me in minde o'my leg, thus, to make it prick, and ſhoot? would you ha' me i'the Hoſpitall, afore my time? Patience, Vrs, take a good heart, 'tis but a bliſter, as big as a Windgall; I'le take it away with the white of an egge, a little honey, and hogs greaſe, ha' thy paſternes well rol'd, and thou ſhall't paſe againe by to morrow. I'le tend thy Booth, and looke to thy affaires, the while: thou ſhalt ſit i'thy chaire, and giue directions, and ſhine Vrſa maior.