Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.76 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
'tis a long while ●ine I hear● any. The Gentleman, whom you love best, shall be your bedfellow. He is wed already Sir. Another wife would gar him be put down at gallows: an ● I would not be shee for all the worldly good that ere I saw with 〈...〉. And o' my conscience I'll be none of his 〈...〉 She prattles very prettily methinks. Married already? Sure Cupid shot you with a forked arrow out of his Crossbow. But what will you say Lady, if by my Ar● I render this Gentleman unmarried again, and a Suitor unto you presently? Marry▪ shall I tell you what I'll say sir? That deserves hangging worse than other matter, you would poison his wife by your Art, would ye? and make your gown there the hangman's ●ee the second time? It looks as it had been once his already; and you like such a Doctor I must tell ye, by your leave. God bless me fro thee. Mrs. Trainwell where are you? Out of her wits say they? I fear she is wiser than all of us, that have to do with her. she knows my gown better than I do: for I have had but two hours' acquaintance with it. 'Tis no longer since I hired it of the hangman's Merchant a Broker. It might ha' been Lopus' gown for aught I know. They are fall'n out I think. O Mrs. Trainwell, for dear charity's sake ha' me soon fro' this Man: for I'll ne'er take any thing at him. He talks of poisoning. By my faith you wrong me: Nor of any poisoning purpose. I was but putting a case of— Pray put up your Pipes sir. I like not your Music: troth nor his countenance nather. Sweet Mrs. Trainwell gar me be shut on him. Now all the joys of Immortality light o' ye sir. Is that the Gent? Yes sir. Pray observe. But how fell you out sir? I must first salute him by your favour. Sir, all the accumulations of honour shower down upon you. Sir. May you reap the whole harvest of your fruitful wishes. Dear sir, keepe further fro' him. But one word sweet Lady; and you shall have the whole benefit of his presence to yourself. e not afraid sweet-heart, he dares not hurt sir Phillip. In troth he breathes to near him. warrant you. What has he done to move her thus? I know not what this obscure Doctor is. But M. Tridewell put me upon him; and his approved honesty has and must kill all m●s trust in me. Your Coach is ready at door you say. Ye● my most delicate Doctor. As you find her then after a few words away with her. I have performed my part sir. I'll hold the discreet governess in talk in the next room. But one word call ye this? I ha' done sweet soul. Lady I have instructed the gent. shall we leave them?
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 981 · TCP A16924 · DEEP 793
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1081–1104 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 44 of 54 in this edition
Length
501 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.761 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Tis a log whayle ine I hear ony. The Gentleman, whom you loue best, shall be your bedfellow. He is wed already Sir. Another wife would gar him be put downe at gallowes: an I vvould not ee she for all the wordly good that ere I aw with . And o' my conscince Ie be none of his She pratls very prettily me thinks. already? Sure Cupid shot you with a fored arrow out o his Crosbow. But what will you say Lady, i by my Ar I this Genteman vnmarried againe, and a Suter vnto yu prsenly? Marry▪ shall I tell you what I'le say sir? Tht dserues hanging worse then tother ater, you would poyson his vvife by your Art, wod yee? and make your gowne thre the Hangmans ee the second time? It lookes as it had beene once his already; and you like such a Doctor I mu tell yee, by your leaue. God blsse me fro thee. Mrs. Traynwell where are you? Out of her wits say they? I feare shee is then all of vs, that haue to doe with her. Shee knowes my gowne btter thn I doe: for I haue had but two hores acquaintance with it. 'Tis o longer since I hir'd it of the hangmans Merchat a Broker. It might ha' beene Lopus gowne for ought I know. They are falne out I thinke. O Mrs. Traynwell, for deare Charities ake ha' me soone this Man: for I'le nere take ony thing at him. Hee talkes of poysoning. By my faith you wrong me: Nor of any poysoning purpoe. I was but putting a case of— Pray put vp your Pipes sir. I like not your Musicke: troth nor his countenance nather. Sweet Mrs. Traynwell gar me be shut on him. Now all the joyes of Immortality light o' yee sir. Is that the Gent? Yes sir. Pray obserue. But how fell you out sir? I must first alute him by your favor. Sir, all the accumultions of honour showre downe vpon you. Sr. May you rpe the vvhole harvest of your fruitfull wishes. Deare sir, keep further fro' him. But one vvord sweet Lady; and you shall haue the vvhole benefit of hs presence to your slfe. e not afraid sweet-heart, he dares not hurt sir Phillip. In roth he breathes to neare him. warant yu. What has hee done to mue her thus? I know not what thi Doctor is. But M. Tridewell put me vpon him; and his pproved honesty has and must kill all ms rust in me. Your Cach is ready at dore you say. Ye my most dlicate Doctor. As you finde her then after a few vvords away vvith her. I haue my part sir. I' le hold the discreet ouernesse in talke in the nex roome. But one word call yee this? I ha' done sweet soule. Lady I haue instructed the gent. shall we lau thm?