Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.71 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
I, but set a beggar on horseback, he'll never lin till he be a gallop. The young heir grew a fine Gentleman, in this last Act! So he did, Gossip: and kept the best company. And feasted 'em, and his Mistress! And showed her to 'em all! was not jealous! But very communicative, and liberal, and began to be magnificent, if the churl his father would have let him alone. It was spitefully done o' the Poet, to make the Chuff take him of in his height, when he was going to do all his brave deeds! To found an Academy! Erect a College! Plant his Professors, and water his Lectures. With wine, gossips, as he meant to do, and than to defraud his purposes? Kill the hopes of so many towardly young spirits? As the Doctors? And the Courtiers! I protest, I was in love with Master Fitton. He did wear all he had, from the hatband, to the shoe-tie, so politically, and would stoop, and leer? And lie so, in wait for a piece of wit, like a Mousetrap? Indeed Gossip, so would the little Doctor, all his behaviour was mere glister! O' my conscience, he would make any party's physic i' the world work, with his discourse. I wonder they would suffer it, a foolish old fornicating Father, to ravish away his son's Mistress. And all her women, at once, as he did! I would ha' flyen in his gypsies face i' faith. It was a plain piece of political incest, and worthy to be brought afore the high Commission of wit. Suppose we were to censure him, you are the youngest voice, Gossip Tatle, begin. Marry, I would ha' the old coney-catcher cozened of all he has, i'the young heir's defence, by his learned Counsel, Mr Picklock! I would rather the Courtier had found out some trick to beg him, from his estate! Or the Captain had courage enough to beaten him. Or the fine Madrigal-man, in rhyme, to have run him out o' the Country, like an Irish rat. Not, I would have Master Pied-mantle, her Grace's Herald, to pluck down his hatchments, reverse his coat-armour, and nullify him for no Gentleman. Nay, than let Master Doctor dissect him, have him opened, and his tripes translated to Lickfinger, to make a probation dish of. Agreed! Agreed! Faith I would have him flat disinherited, by a decree of Court, bound to make restitution of the Lady Pecunia, and the use of her body to his son. And her train, to the Gentlemen. And both the Poet, and himself, to ask them all forgiveness! And us too. In two large sheets of paper— Or to stand in a skin of parchment, (which the Court please) And those filled with news! And dedicated to the sustaining of the Staple! Which their Poet hath let fall, most abruptly? Bankruptly, indeed! You say wittily, Gossip, and therefore let a protest go out against him. A mournivall of protests; or a gleek at lest! In all our names▪
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507 words · 713 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.708 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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I, but ſet a beggar on horſe-backe, hee'll neuer linne till hee be a gallop. The young heyre grew a fine Gentleman, in this laſt Act! So he did, Goſſip: and kept the beſt company. And feaſted 'hem, and his Miſtreſſe! And ſhew'd her to 'hem all! was not iealous! But very communicatiue, and liberall, and beganne to be magnificent, if the churle his father would haue let him alone. It was ſpitefully done o' the Poet, to make the Chuffe take him off in his heighth, when he was going to doe all his braue deedes! To found an Academy! Erect a Colledge! Plant his Profeſſors, and water his Lectures. With wine, goſſips, as he meant to doe, and then to defraud his purpoſes? Kill the hopes of ſo many towardly young ſpirits? As the Doctors? And the Courtiers! I proteſt, I was in loue with Maſter Fitton. He did weare all he had, from the hat-band, to the ſhoe-tye, ſo politically, and would ſtoop, and leere? And lie ſo, in waite for a piece of wit, like a Mouſe-trap? Indeed Goſſip, ſo would the little Doctor, all his behauiour was meere gliſter! O' my conſcience, hee would make any parties phyſicke i' the world worke, with his diſcourſe. I wonder they would ſuffer it, a fooliſh old fornicating Father, to rauiſh away his ſonnes Miſtreſſe. And all her women, at once, as hee did! I would ha' flyen in his gypſies face i' faith. It was a plaine piece of politicall inceſt, and worthy to be brought afore the high Commiſſion of wit. Suppoſe we were to cenſure him, you are the youngeſt voyce, Goſſip Tatle, beginne. Mary, I would ha' the old conicatcher coozen'd of all he has, i'the young heyres defence, by his learn'd Counſell, Mr Picklocke! I would rather the Courtier had found out ſome tricke to begge him, from his eſtate! Or the Captaine had courage enough to beat him. Or the fine Madrigall-man, in rime, to haue runne him out o' the Countrey, like an Iriſh rat. No, I would haue Maſter Pyed-mantle, her Graces Herald, to pluck downe his hatchments, reuerſe his coat-armour, and nullifie him for no Gentleman. Nay, then let Maſter Doctor diſſect him, haue him open'd, and his tripes tranſlated to Lickfinger, to make a probation diſh of. Agreed! Agreed! Faith I would haue him flat diſinherited, by a decree of Court, bound to make reſtitution of the Lady Pecunia, and the vſe of her body to his ſonne. And her traine, to the Gentlemen. And both the Poet, and himſelfe, to aske them all forgiueneſſe! And vs too. In two large ſheetes of paper— Or to ſtand in a skin of parchment, (which the Court pleaſe) And thoſe fill'd with newes! And dedicated to the ſuſtaining of the Staple! Which their Poet hath let fall, moſt abruptly? Banckruptly, indeede! You ſay wittily, Goſſip, and therefore let a proteſt goe out againſt him. A mourniuall of proteſts; or a gleeke at leaſt! In all our names▪