The Beauty and Good Properties of Women (Calisto and Melebea) (Celestina) · chunk 1 of 18
Rastell, John · published 1525 · first performed or written 1527 [c.1527-1530] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Franciscus petrarcus the poet lawreate Saith that nature which is mother of all thing without strife can give life to nothing create And Eraclito the wise clerk in his writing Saith in all things create strife is their working And there is no thing under the firma●…ent with any other in all points equivalent And according to their dictys ●…ehersyd as thus All things are create in manner of 〈◊〉 These foolish lovers then that be so amorous From pleasure to displeasure how lead they their life Now sorry now sad now Joyous now pensive ●…as I poor maiden than what shall I do cumbered by dotage of one Cali●…to I know that nature hath given me beauty with sanguynyous compleccy●…●…uour & fairness The more to god ought I to do fewte with will life laud and love of perfyt●…es I deny not but calisto is of great worthiness he maketh me almost weary O his lamentations & exclamations on fortune wt similytude maner as one that shuld dy But who shall pity this Infayth not I Shall I accomplish his carnal desire Nay yet at a stake rather bren in a fire Of troth I am sorry for his trouble To strive with himself thus for love of me But though his sorrows I assure you should double Out of his danger will I be at liberty what amiss woman now criste benedicite Nay nay he shall never that day see ●…ys voluptuous appetite consented by me wist he now that I were present here I assure you shortly he would seek me And without doubt he doth now inquire weather I am gone or where I should be Se./ is he not now come I report me Alas of this man I can never be rid w●…ld to cryst I wist where I might be hid By you fair melebea may be seen The grace the gifts the greatness of god where i/ In taking effect of dane nature stren●… Nor earthly but angellyke of likelihood In duty so passing the kind of womanhod O god I might in your presence be able To manifest my dolours incomparable Greater were that reward than the grace Heuyn to obtain by works of pity Not so glorious be the saites that see god's face Ne joy not so much as I do you to see yet dyffereus there is between them & me For they glorify by his assured presence And I in torment be cause of your absens why thinkest thou that so great a reward ye more greater than if god would set me In heaven above all saints & more in regard And think it a more higher felicity yet more greater thy reward shallbe if thou flee 〈◊〉 the determination Of thy ●…sent of mind by such temptation I perceive the intent of thy words all As of the wit of him that would have the vert●…w Of me such a woman to be come thrall Go thy weigh with sorrow I would thou kuew I have foul scorn of the I tell the true Or any human creature with me should begin Any communication pertaining to sin
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¶ Franciscus petrarcus the poet lawreate Sayth that nature whych is mother of all thing wtout stryff can gyue lyfe to nothing create And Eraclito the wyse clerk in his wrytyng Sayth in all thyngꝭ create stryff is theyre workyng And ther is no thing vnder the firmaent with any other in all poyntes equivalent ¶ And accordyng to theyre dictys ehersyd as thus All thyngꝭ are create in maner of These folysh louers then that be so amerous Frō pleasure to displeasure how lede they theyr lyfe Now sory now sad now Joyous now pensyfe as I pore mayden than what shall I do Combryd by dotage of one Calito ¶ I know that nature hath gyuyn me bewte with sanguynyous compleccy uour & fayrenes The more to god ought I to do fewte with wyll lyfe laud and loue of perfytes I deny not but calisto is of grete worthynes he makyth me almost wery O hys lamentacyons & exclamacyons on fortune wt similytude maner as one that shuld dy But who shall pyte thys Infayth not I Shall I accōplysh hys carnall desyre Nay yet at a stake rather bren in a fyre ¶ Of trouth I am sory for hys troble To stryue wyth hym self thus for loue of me But though hys sorows I assure you shuld doble Out of his daunger wyll I be at lyberte what a mys woman now criste benedicite Nay nay he shall neuer that day see ys voluptuous appetyte cōsentyd by me ¶ wyst he now that I were present here I assure you shortely he wold seke me And without dout he doth now inquere wether I am gone or where I shuld be Se / is he not now come I report me A las of thys man I can nener be ryd wld to cryst I wyst where I myght be hyd ¶ By you feyre melebea may be sene The grace the gyftes the gretnes of god where i / In takyng effect of dāe nature stren Nor yerthly but angellyke of lykely hode In dewte so passyng the kinde of woman hod O god I myght in your presens be able To manyfest my dolours incōperable ¶ Greter were that reward than the grace Heuyn to optayn by workys of pyte Not so gloryous be the saites that se goddes face Ne Ioy not so moch as I do you to see yet dyffereus there is bytwene theym & me For they gloryfy by his assuryd presens And I in torment be cause of your absens ¶ why thynkyst thou that so grete a reward ye more greter than yf god wold set me In heuyn aboue all seyntes & more in regard And thynk it a more hyer felycyte yet more gretter thy reward shalbe yf thou fle the determynacyon Of thy sent of mynd by such temptacion I perseyue the entent of thy wordys all As of the wyt of hym that wold haue the vertw Of me such a woman to be come thrall Go thy wey wyth sorow I wold thou kuew I haue foule skorn of the I tell the trew Or any humayn creature with me shuld begyn Any cōmunycacyon perteynyng to syn