Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.65 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Your Alum Scagliola, or Pol-dipedra; And Zuccarino; Turpentine of Abezzo. Wash'd in nine waters: Soda di levante, Or your Ferne ashes; Benjamin di gotta; Grasso di serpe; Porcelletto marino; Oils of Lentisco; Zucche Mugia; make The admirable Varnish for the face, Gives the right lustre; but two drops tubed on With a piece of scarlet, makes a Lady of sixty Look at sixteen. But, above all, the water Of the white Hen, of the Lady Estifanias! O, I, that same, good Madam, I have heard of: How is it done? Madame, you take your Hen, Plume it, and skin it, cleanse it o' the inwards: Than chop it, bones and all: add to four ounces Of Carrnuacins, Pipitas, Soap of Cyprus, Make the decoction, strain it. Than distil it, And keep it in your galley-pot well, gliddered: Three drops preserves from wrinkles, warts, spots, moles, Blemish, or Sun-burnings, and keeps the skin In decimo sexto, ever bright, and smooth, As any looking-glass; and indeed, is called The Virgin's milk for the face, Oglio real; A Ceruse, neither cold or heat, will hurt; And mixed with oil of myrrh, and the read Gillyflower Called Cataputia; and flowers of Rovistico; Makes the best muta, or dye of the whole world. Dear Madam, will you let us be familiar? Your Ladyship's servant. How do you like her. Admirable! But, yet, I cannot see the ring. Sir. I must Deliver it, or mar all. This fool's so jealous. Madam— Sir, wear this ring, and pray you take knowledge, 'Twas sent you by his wife. And give her thanks, Do not you dwindle, Sir, bear up. I thank you, Sir, But for the manner of Spain! Sweet, Madam, let us Be bold, now we are in: Are all the Ladies, There, i' the fashion? None but Grandees, Madam, O' the clasped train, which may be worn at length, too, Or thus, upon my arm. And do they wear Chopines all? If they be dressed in punto, Madam. Gild as those are? madame? Of Goldsmith's work, madam; And set with diamonds: and their Spanish pumps Of perfumed leather. I should think it hard To go in 'em, madam. At the first, it is, madam. Do you never fall in 'hem? Never. I swear, I should Six times an hour. But you have men at hand, still, To help you, if you fall? Only one, madam, The Guardo-duennas, such a little old man, As this. Alas! he can do nothing! this! I'll tell you, madam, I saw i'the Court of Spain once, A Lady fall i'the King's sight, along. And there she lay, flat spread, as an Umbrella, Her hoop here cracked; no man durst reach a hand To help her, till the Guarda-duenn'as came, Who is the person onel' allowed to touch A Lady there: and he but by this finger. Ha' they no servants, madam, there? nor friends? An Escudero, or so madam, that waits Upon 'em in another Coach, at distance, And when they walk, or dance, holds by a handkerchief, Never presumes to touch 'hem.
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512 words · 802 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.654 (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)
Your Allum Scagliola, or Pol-dipedra; And Zuccarino; Turpentine of Abezzo. VVaſh'd in nine waters: Soda di leuante, Or your Ferne aſhes; Beniamin di gotta; Graſſo di ſerpe; Porcelletto marino; Oyles of Lentiſco; Zucche Mugia; make The admirable Verniſh for the face, Giues the right luſter; but two drops tub'd on VVith a piece of ſcarlet, makes a Lady of ſixty Looke at ſixteen. But, aboue all, the water Of the white Hen, of the Lady Eſtifanias! O, I, that ſame, good Madame, I haue heard of: How is it done? Madame, you take your Hen, Plume it, and skin it, cleanſe it o' the inwards: Then chop it, bones and all: adde to foure ounces Of Carrnuacins, Pipitas, Sope of Cyprus, Make the decoction, ſtreine it. Then diſtill it, And keepe it in your galley-pot well, glidder'd: Three drops preſerues from wrinkles, warts, ſpots, moles, Blemiſh, or Sun-burnings, and keepes the skin In decimo ſexto, euer bright, and ſmooth, As any looking-glaſſe; and indeed, is call'd The Virgins milke for the face, Oglio reale; A Ceruſe, neyther cold or heat, will hurt; And mixt with oyle of myrrhe, and the red Gilli-flower Call'd Cataputia; and flowers of Rouiſtico; Makes the beſt muta, or dye of the whole world. Deare Madame, will you let vs be familiar? Your Ladiſhips ſeruant. How do you like her. Admirable! But, yet, I cannot ſee the ring. Sir. I muſt Deliuer it, or marre all. This foole's ſo iealous. Madame— Sir, weare this ring, and pray you take knowledge, 'Twas ſent you by his wife. And giue her thanks, Doe not you dwindle, Sir, beare vp. I thanke you, Sir, But for the manner of Spaine! Sweet, Madame, let vs Be bold, now we are in: Are all the Ladies, There, i' the faſhion? None but Grandee's, Madame, O' the claſp'd traine, which may be worne at length, too, Or thus, vpon my arme. And doe they weare Cioppino's all? If they be dreſt in punto, Madame. Guilt as thoſe are? madame? Of Goldſmiths work, madame; And ſet with diamants: and their Spaniſh pumps Of perfum'd leather. I ſhould thinke it hard To go in 'hem, madame. At the firſt, it is, madame. Do you neuer fall in 'hem? Neuer. I ſweare, I ſhould Six times an houre. But you haue men at hand, ſtill, To helpe you, if you fall? Onely one, madame, The Guardo-duennas, ſuch a little old man, As this. Alas! hee can doe nothing! this! I'll tell you, madame, I ſaw i'the Court of Spaine once, A Lady fall i'the Kings ſight, along. And there ſhee lay, flat ſpred, as an Vmbrella, Her hoope here crack'd; no man durſt reach a hand To helpe her, till the Guarda-duenn'as came, VVho is the perſon onel' allow'd to touch A Lady there: and he but by this finger. Ha' they no ſeruants, madame, there? nor friends? An Eſcudero, or ſo madame, that wayts Vpon 'hem in another Coach, at diſtance, And when they walke, or daunce, holds by a hand-kercher, Neuer preſumes to touch 'hem.