Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.74 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
An excellent receipt, but does your Lordship Know what it is good for? I would be instructed, For the gonorrhoea, or if you will hear it In a plainer phrase, the pox. If it cure his Lordship Of that by the way, I hope Sir 'tis the better; My medicine serves for all things, and the pox Sir, Though falsely named the Sciatica, or gout, Is the more Catholick sickness. Hence with the rascal. Yet hurt him not, he makes me smile, and that Frees him from punishment. Such slaves as this Render our art contemptible, My good Lord, So soon returned? And with this present from Your great, and gracious Mistress, with her wishes It may prove Physical to you. In my heart I kneel, and thank her bounty. dear friend Cleon Give him the cupboard of Plate in the next room. For a reward. Most glorious fruit, but made More precious by her grace, and love that sent it. To touch it only coming from her hand Makes me forget all pain. A Diamond Of this large size, though it would buy a Kingdom, Hewed from the rock, and laid down at my feet, Nay though a monarch's gift, will hold no value, Compared with this, and yet ere I presume To ast it, though san question it i Some heavenly restorative, I in duty Stand bound to weigh my own unworthiness: Ambrosia is food only for the Gods; And not by humane lips to be profaned: I may adore it as some holy Relic, Derived from thence, but impious to keep it, In my possession; the Emperor only, Is worthy to enjoy it go good Cleon, (And cease this admiration at this object;) From me present this to my royal master, I know it will amaze him, and excuse me That I am not myself the bearer of it. That I should be lame now, when with wings of duty I should fly to the service of this Empress, Nay no delay good Cleon. I am gone Sir. ARE you not tired Sir? tired? I must not say so However, though I rode hard; to a huntsman, His toil is his delight, and to complain Of weariness, would show as poorly in him, As if a General should grieve for a wound, Received upon his forehead, or his breast, After a glorious victory, lay by These accoutrements for the chase. You are well returned Sir, From your Princely exercise. Sister, to you I owe the freedom, and the use of all The pleasures I enjoy; your care provides For my security, and the burden which I should alone sustain, you undergo, And by your painful watchings, yield my sleeps Both sound, and sure. How happy am I in Your knowledge of the art of government! And credit me, I glory to behold you Dispose of great designs, as if you were A partner, and no subject of my Empire.
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragicomedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 977 · TCP A07238 · DEEP 788
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1998–2068 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 39 in this edition
Length
492 words · 624 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.742 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
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)
An excellent receipt, but does your Lordship Know what it is good for? I would be instructed, For the gonorrhea, or if you will heare it In a plainer phrase, the pox. If it cure his Lordship Of that by the way, I hope Sir 'tis the better; My medicine serues for all things, and the pox Sir, Though falsely nam'd the Sciatica, or goute, Is the more Catholick sickenesse. Hence with the rascall. Yet hurt him not, he makes mee smile, and that Frees him from punishment. Such slaues as this Render our art contemptible, My good Lord, So soone return'd? And with this present from Your greate, and gratious Mistrisse, with her wishes It may proue Physicall to you. In my heart I kneele, and thanke her bounty. deere friend Cleon Giue him the cupboorde of Plate in the next roome. For a reward. Most glorious fruite, but made More pretious by her grace, and loue that sent it. To touch it only comming from her hand Makes mee forget all paine. A Diamond Of this large size, though it would buy a Kingdome, Hew'd from the rocke, and lay'd downe at my feete, Nay though a Monarchs gift, will hold no value, Compar'd with this, and yet ere I presume To ast it, though san question it i Some heauenly restoratiue, I in duty Stand bound to waigh my owne vnworthinesse: Ambrosi is foode only for the Gods; And not by humane lips to be prophan'd: I may adore it as some holy Relick, Deriu'de from thence, but impious to keepe it, In my possession; the Emperour only, Is worthy to inioy it goe good Cleon, (And cease this admiration at this obiect;) From mee present this to my royall master, I know it will amaze him, and excuse me That I am not my selfe the bearer of it. That I should bee lame now, when with wings of duty I should flye to the seruice of this Empresse, Nay no delaye good Cleon. I am gone Sir. ARE you not tir'd Sir? Tir'd? I must not say so Howeuer, though I rode hard; to a huntsman, His toyle is his delight, and to complaine Of wearinesse, would shew as poorely in him, As if a Generall should greiue for a wound, Receau'd vpon his forhead, or his brest, After a glorious victorie, lay by These accoutrements for the chase. You are well return'd Sir, From your Princely exercise. Sister, to you I owe the freedome, and the vse of all The pleasures I enioy; your care prouides For my security, and the burthen which I should alone sustaine, you vndergoe, And by your paineull watchings, yeeld my sleepes Both sound, and sure. How happie am I in Your knowledge of the art of gouernement! And mee, I glorie to behold you Dispose of great designes, as if you were A partner, and no subiect of my Empire.