Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
How, sweet Madam. Nay, the parties Wi' not be worth your pause— Most ruinous things, Madam, That have put of all hope of being recovered To a degree of handsomeness. But their reasons, Madam? I would feign hear. Some Madam, I remember. They say, that painting quite destroys the face— O, that's an old one, Madam. There are new ones, too. Corrupts the breath; hath left so little sweetness In kissing, as 'tis now used, but for fashion: And shortly will be taken for a punishment. Decays the foreteeth, that should guard the tongue; And suffers that run riot everlasting! And (which is worse) some Ladies when they meet Cannot be merry, and laugh, but they do spit In one another's faces! I should know This voice, and face too: Than they say, 'tis dangerous To all the fall'n, yet well disposed Madams, That are industrious, and desire to earn Their living with their sweat! For any distemper Of heat, and motion, may displace the colours; And if the paint once run about their faces, Twenty to one, they will appear so ill-favoured, Their servants run away, too, and leave the pleasure Imperfect, and the reckoning als' vnpayed. Pox, these are Poets reasons. Some old Lady That keeps a Poet, has devised these scandales. Faith we must have the Poets banished, Madam, As Master Either-side says. Master Fitz dotterel? And his wife: where? Madame, the Duke of Drowned-land, That will be shortly. Is this my Lord? The same. YOur servant. Madame! How now? Friend? offended, That I have found your haunt here? Not, but wondering At your strange fashioned venture, hither. It is To show you what they are, you so pursue. I think't will prove a medicine against marriage; To know their manners. Stay, and profit than. The Lady, Madam, whose Prince has brought her, here, To be instructed. Please you sit with us, Lady. That's Lady-President. A goodly woman! I cannot see the ring, though. Sir, she has it. But, Madam, these are very feeble reasons! So I urged Madam, that the new complexion, Now to come forth, in name o' your ladyship's fucus, Had no ingredient— But I durst eat, I assure you. So do they, in Spain. Sweet Madam be so liberal, To give us some o' your Spanish Fucuses! They are infinite Madam. So I hear, they have Water of Gourds, of Radish, the white Beans, Flowers of Glass, of Thistles, Rose-marine. Raw Honey, Mustardseed, and Bread dough-baked, The crumbs o' bread, Goats-milk, and whites of Eggs, Campher, and Lilly-roots, the fat of Swans, Marrow of Veal, white Pigeons, and pine- kernels, The seeds of Nettles, pierce line, and hare's gall. Lemons, thin-skind— How, her Ladyship has studied All excellent things! But ordinary, Madam. Not, the true rarities, are th' Aluagada, And Argentata of Queen Isabel! I, what are their ingredients, gentle Madam?
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How, ſweet Madame. Nay, the parties Wi' not be worth your pauſe— Moſt ruinous things, Madame, That haue put off all hope of being recouer'd To a degree of handſomeneſſe. But their reaſons, Madame? I would faine heare. Some Madame, I remember. They ſay, that painting quite deſtroyes the face— O, that's an old one, Madame. There are new ones, too. Corrupts the breath; hath left ſo little ſweetneſſe In kiſſing, as 'tis now vſ'd, but for faſhion: And ſhortly will be taken for a puniſhment. Decayes the fore-teeth, that ſhould guard the tongue; And ſuffers that runne riot euer-laſting! And (which is worſe) ſome Ladies when they meete Cannot be merry, and laugh, but they doe ſpit In one anothers faces! I ſhould know This voyce, and face too: Then they ſay, 'tis dangerous To all the falne, yet well diſpos'd Mad-dames, That are induſtrious, and deſire to earne Their liuing with their ſweate! For any diſtemper Of heat, and motion, may diſplace the colours; And if the paint once runne about their faces, Twenty to one, they will appeare ſo ill-fauour'd, Their ſeruants run away, too, and leaue the pleaſure Imperfect, and the reckoning alſ' vnpay'd. Pox, theſe are Poets reaſons. Some old Lady That keepes a Poet, has deuis'd theſe ſcandales. Faith we muſt haue the Poets baniſh'd, Madame, As Maſter Either-ſide ſaies. Maſter Fitz dottrel? And his wife: where? Madame, the Duke of Drown'd-land, That will be ſhortly. Is this my Lord? The ſame. YOur ſeruant. Madame! How now? Friend? offended, That I haue found your haunt here? No, but wondring At your ſtrange faſhion'd venture, hither. It is To ſhew you what they are, you ſo purſue. I thinke't will proue a med'cine againſt marriage; To know their manners. Stay, and profit then. The Lady, Madame, whoſe Prince has brought her, here, To be inſtructed. Pleaſe you ſit with vs, Lady. That's Lady-Preſident. A goodly woman! I cannot ſee the ring, though. Sir, ſhe has it. But, Madame, theſe are very feeble reaſons! So I vrg'd Madame, that the new complexion, Now to come forth, in name o' your Ladiſhip's fucus, Had no ingredient— But I durſt eate, I aſſure you. So do they, in Spaine. Sweet Madam be ſo liberall, To giue vs ſome o' your Spaniſh Fucuſes! They are infinit Madame. So I heare, they haue VVater of Gourdes, of Radiſh, the white Beanes, Flowers of Glaſſe, of Thiſtles, Roſe-marine. Raw Honey, Muſtard-ſeed, and Bread dough-bak'd, The crums o' bread, Goats-milke, and whites of Egges, Campheere, and Lilly-roots, the fat of Swannes, Marrow of Veale, white Pidgeons, and pine-kernells, The ſeedes of Nettles, perse line, and hares gall. Limons, thin-skind— How, her Ladiſhip has ſtudied Al excellent things! But ordinary, Madame. No, the true rarities, are th' Aluagada, And Argentata of Queene Iſabella! I, what are their ingredients, gentle Madame?