Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
If mine be, you can best read 'em, 'tis your own hand-writing. She has done a cure on him. He spoke sense now. Alas Sir, that a fair hand should make such blots I what hand is it? Secretary, Roman, Court, or Text? I have not seen the like: 'tis all dominical letters, red Ink. His face is like an Almanac of all Holy days. Sure 'tis Stenography, every Character a word: and here and there one for a whole sentence. Here's one might serve for a whole History. The life and death o'' Raw head, and Bloody bones. I see I am not such an Ass, I would I might never stir but I am— Where's Sir Paul If I do not tell him— What did you to provoke her thus? Nothing but what I can answer in a sort d'ee see me as well as— never gi'me credit I had warrant under his hand How Sir? By word of mouth sir. That's about hand by your leave. Is it so? Good Sir, his meaning was, you should put her fairly on like a Lover, with sweet speeches, and gentle behaviour. understands nothing that I can speak. Nor anybody else I think. And therefore you fell to express yourself in rude action. She has scorned you but well: you are a fine butter to't indeed. Mum toot Mun toot, Muntara rara Muntara ra ra rarie, And ever I sigh and cry alack for Phillip's love I die. just so did our Dairy Maid at home serve my Lady Fiddledee's Batler. And there I learned it. But when she had so done what did she then do? Bestowed a pennyworth of unguentum Album, and it made him whole presently. Good Mrs. Trainwell send to your Pothecary for some: 'twill make him we ● enough now. I sweetheart: but first you shall go in the Coach within to the Doctors. I know I am not we'll too. But I'll ha'no Doctor but Sir Philip. It shall be Sir Philip, (poor soul,) all must be Sir Philip. You shall lie at his house. But not with him by my faith, and your leave, in't we be married. Prithee Beavis gar him wash his face he'll scare somebody's Barns else.— I'll throw him into the Dock rather than he shall succeed Iack O'Dandy. Come sir, all shall be well again. Fear not. I thank you sir. Cosen, I understand you at full. And am glad that occasion hath pointed out a probability to lead me out of this labyrinth; and you to your desired end. Follow but the way you are in Sir, and you shall arrive at your own wishes. She has put me into't herself too. By sequestering herself from you the first night. For which Cosen, if I take not occasion to keep myself from her, all nights, days, and times hereafter, may the act of our bodies beget prodigious monsters and nothing else. A fearful vow! look to't. And I warrant she sues for the Divorce first.
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If mine bee, you can best read'hem, t'is your owne hand-writing. Shee has done a cure on him. Hee spoke sense now. Alas Sir, that a faire hand should make such blots I what hand i it? Secretar, Romane, Court, or Text? I haue not seene the like: 'tis all dominicall letters, red Inke. His face is like an Almanack of all Holy ayes. Sure tis Stenography, every Character a word: and here and there one for a whole sentence. Here's one might serue for a whole History. The life and deatho' Raw head, and Bloody bones. I see I am not such an Asse, I would I might neuer stir but I am—Whr's Sr Paull If I doe not tell him— What did you to provke her thus? Nothing but what I can ansere in a sort dee see me as well as—neuer credit I had warrant vnder his hand How Sir? By word of mouh sir. That's about hand by your leaue. Is it so? Good Sr, his meaning was, you should put her fairely on like a Louer, with sweet speeches, and gentle behaviour. See vndstands nothing that I can speake. Nor any body else I thinke. And therefore you fell to expresse your selfe in rude action. Shee has sorn'd you but well: you are a sine putter to't indeede. Mum tot Mun toot, Muntara rara Muntara ra ra rarie, And euer I sigh and cray alack for Phillips loue I die. ust so did our Deyry Mayd at home serue my Lady Fidledees Batler. And there I learnt it. But when shee had so done what did shee than doe? Bestow'd a penyworth of Vnguentum Album, and it made him whole presently. Good Mrs. Traynwell send to your Pothcary for some: 'twill make him wee e'n now. I sweet-heart: but first you shall goe in the Coach with to the Doctors. I know I am not weell too. But Ile ha'no Doctor but Sir Phillip. It shall be Sir Phillip, (poore soule,) all must be Sir Phillip. ou shall lye at his house. But not wih him by my faith, and your leaue, in't wee be married. Prithee Beauis gar him wash his face hee'll scare some bodies Barnes else.— Ile throw him into the Dock rather then he shall succeede Iack O'Dandy. Come sir, all shal be wel again. Feare not. I thanke you sir. Cosen, I vnderstand you at full. And am glad that occasion hath pointed out a probability to lead me out of this labirinth; and you to your desired end. Follow but the way you are in Sir, and you shall arriue at your owne wishes. Shee has put me into't her selfe too. By sequestring her selfe from you the first night. For which Cosen, if I take not occasion to keepe my selfe from her, all nights, dayes, and times hereafter, may the act of our bodies beget prodigeous monsters and nothing else. A fearefull vow! looke too't. And I warrant shee sues for the Divorce first.