The Beauty and Good Properties of Women (Calisto and Melebea) (Celestina) · chunk 6 of 18
Rastell, John · published 1525 · first performed or written 1527 [c.1527-1530] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
I am sure he will come hither anon But the whylyst I shall tell you a pretty game I have a wench of Sempronios a pretty one That soiornyth with ●…e Elecea is her name But the last day we were both nigh a stark shame For sempron●…o would have her to himself several And she loveth one Cryto better or as well This Cryto and Elicea sat drinking In my house and I also making merry And as the devil would far from our thynkyug Sempronio almost came on us suddenly But then wrought I my craft of bawdry I bade Cryto go up and make himself roam To hide him in my chamber among the broom Then made I Elicea sit down a sowing And I with my rock began for to spin As who saith of sempronio we had no knowing He knocked at the door and I let him in And for a countenance I did begin To catch him in mine arms and said see see who kyssyth me Elicea and will not kiss the Elicea for a countenance made her grieved And would not speak but still did sow why speak ye not quod sempronio be ye moved Have I not a cause quod she no quoth he I trow A traitor quod she full well dost thou know where hast thou been these. three days fro me That the inpostume and evil death take the Pease mine Elicea quoth he why say ye thus Alas why put you yourself in this woe The hot fire of love so burneth between us That my heart is with yours where ever I go And for iii days absens to say to me so In faith me thinketh ye be to blame But now hark well for here beginneth the game Cryto in my chamber above that was hyddyn I think lay not easily and began to rumble Sempronio hard that and asked who was within Above in the chamber that so did jomble who quoth she a lover of mine/ may hap ye stumble Quoth he on the truth as many one doth Go up quoth she and look whether it be sooth well quoth he I go/ nay thought I not so I said come sempronio let this fool alone For of thy long absens she is in such woe And half beside herself and her wit nigh gone well quoth he above yet there is one wilt thou know quoth I ye quoth he I the require It is a wench quod I sent me by a frere what frere quod he wilt thou nedis know 〈◊〉 I than It is the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I pray 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 O quod he what a load hath that woman To bear him/ ye ●…uod I though women per case Bear heavy full oft yet they gall in no place Then he laughed/ ye quoth I no more word of this For this time to long we spend here amiss
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¶ I am sure he wyll com hyther anone But the whylyst I shall tell you a prety game I haue a wench of Sempronios a prety one That soiornyth with e Elecea is her name But the last day we were both ny a stark shame For semprono wold haue her to hym self seuerell And she louyth one Cryto better or as well ¶ Thys Cryto and Elicea sat drynkyng In my hous and I also makyng mery And as the deuyll wold farr from our thynkyug Sempronio almost cam on vs sodenly But then wrought I my craft of bawdery I bad Cryto go vp and make hymself rome To hyde hym in my chamber among the brome ¶ Then made I Elicea syt doun a sowyng And I wyth my rok began for to spyn As who seyth of sempronio we had no knowyng He knokkyd at the dore and I lete hym in And for a countenaunce I dyd begyn To catch hym in myne armys and seyd see see who kyssyth me Elicea and wyll not kys the ¶ Elicea for a countenaunce made her greuyd And wold not speke but styll dyd sowe why speke ye not quod sempronio be ye meuyd Haue I not a cause quod she no quod he I trow A traytour quod she full well dost thou know where hast thou ben these. iii. days fro me That the inpostume and euyll deth take the ¶ Pease myne Elicea quod he why say ye thus Alas why put you your self in this wo The hote fyre of loue so brennyth betwene vs That my hart is wyth yours where euer I go And for .iii. days absens to say to me so In fayth me thynkyth ye be to blame But now hark well for here begynnyth the game ¶ Cryto in my chamber aboue that was hyddyn I thynk lay not easyly and began to romble Sempronio hard that and askyd who was within Aboue in the chamber that so dyd Iomble who quod she a louer of myne / may hap ye stomble Quod he on the trewth as many one doth Go vp quod she and loke whether it be soth ¶ well quod he I go / nay thought I not so I sayd com sempronio let this foole alone For of thy long absens she is in such wo And half besyde her self and her wyt ny gone well quod he aboue yet ther is one wylt thou know quod I ye quod he I the requere It is a wench quod I sent me by a frere ¶ what frere quod he wilt thou nedꝭ know I thā It is the I pray O quod he what a lode hath that woman To bere hym / ye uod I though women per case Bere heuy full oftyet they gall in no place Then he laught / ye quod I no mo worde of this For this tyme to long we spend here amys