The Beauty and Good Properties of Women (Calisto and Melebea) (Celestina) · chunk 2 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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
And I promise the where thou art present while I life by my will I will be absent Lo out of all joy I am fallen in woe Upon whom adverse fortune hath cast her chauns Of cruel hate which causeth now a wayto go The keeper of my joy and all my pleasauns Alas alas now to me what noyauns Dew guard my lord and god be in this place Sempronio/ ye sir. a sir I shrew thy face why hast thou been from me so long absent For I have been about your business To order such thing as were convenient your house and horse and all thing was to dress O sempronio have pity on my distress For of all creature I am the woefullest How so what is the cause of your unrest For I serve in love to the goodliest thing That is or ever was. what is she It is one which is all other exceeding The picture of angel if thou her see Phoebus or phebe no comparison may be To her. what height she/ melebea is her name Marry sir this would make a wild horse tame I pray the sempronio go fet me my lute And bring some chair or stole with the The argument of love that I may dispute which science I find the art without pity Hylas the sempronio hy the I pray the Sir shortly I assure you it shallbe done Then farewell cryst send the again soon O what fortune is equal unto mine O what woeful wight with me may compare The thirst of sorrow is my mixed wine which daily I drink with deep draught of ca●… Tush sir be merry let pass away the mare How say you have I not hied me lightly Here is your chair and lute to make you merry Miry quod a/ nay that will not be But I must needs sit for very feebleness give me my lute and thou shalt see How I shall sing mine unhappiness This lute is out of tune now as I ge Alas in tune how should I set it when all armony to me discordeth yche whit As he to whose will reason is unruly For I feel sharp nedyls within my breast Peas war truth haterad and injury Hope and suspect and all in one chest Behold nero in the love of tapaya oppressed Rome how he brent/ old and young wept But she took no thought nor never the less slept Gretter is my fire and less pity showed me I will not mok this foul is a lover what sayest thou/ I say how can that fire be That tormentyth but one living man greater Than that fire that brenneth a hole city here And all the people therein. marry for the fire is grettyst That burneth very sore and lasteth lengyst And greater is the fire that brenneth one soul Than that which brenneth an hundred bodies
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¶ And I promyse the where thou art present whyle I lyff by my wyll I wyll be absent ¶ Lo out of all ioy I am fallyn in wo Uppon whom aduers fortune hath cast her chauns Of cruell hate whych causyth now a wayto go The keper of my ioy and all my pleasauns Alas alas now to me what noyauns Dew gard my lorde and god be in this place Sempronio / ye syr. a syr I shrew thy face ¶ why hast thou bene from me so long absent For I haue bene about your bysynes To order such thynge as were conuenient your house and horse and all thyng was to dress O sempronio haue pyte on my dystres For of all creature I am the wofullest How so what is the cause of your vnrest ¶ For I serue in loue to the goodlyest thyng That is or euer was. what is she It is one which is all other excedyng The picture of angelle yf thou her see Phebus or phebe no comparyson may be To her. what hyght she / melebea is her name Mary syr this wold make a wyld hors tame ¶ I pray the sempronio goo fet me my lute And bryng some chayre or stole with the The argumente of loue that I may dispute whych scyens I fynd the arte without pyte Hy the sempronio hy the I pray the Syr shortly I assure you it shalbe done Then farewell cryst send the agayn sone ¶ O what fortune is egall vnto myne O what wofull wyght with me may compare The thurst of sorow is my myxyd wyne which dayly I drynk wyth deepe draughte of ca Tush syr be mery let pas awey the mare How sey you haue I not hyed me lyghtly Here is your chayre and lute to make you mery ¶ Myry quod a / nay that wyll not be But I must nedys syt for very feblenes Gyue me my lute and thou shalt see How I shall syng myne vnhappynes Thys lute is out of tune now as I ges Alas in tune how shuld I set it when all armony to me discordith yche whyt ¶ As he to whos wyll reson is vnruly For I fele sharp nedyls within my brest Peas warr truth haterad and iniury Hope and suspect and all in one chest Behold nero in the loue of tapaya oprest Rome how he brent / old and yong wept But she toke no thought nor neuer the less slept ¶ Gretter is my fyre and less pyte shewd me I wyll not mok this foule is a louer what sayst thou / I say how can that fyre be That tormentyth but one lyuyng man gretter Than that fyre that brēnyth a hole cyty here And all ye people therī. mary for y• fyre ys grettyst That brennyth verey sore and lastytꝭ lengyst ¶ And gretter is the fyre that brēnyth one soule Than that whych brēnyth an hundred bodyes