The Beauty and Good Properties of Women (Calisto and Melebea) (Celestina) · chunk 7 of 18
Rastell, John · published 1525 · first performed or written 1527 [c.1527-1530] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Omoder Lelestyne I pray god prosper the My son sempronio I am glad of our meeting And as I here say ve go about to seek me Of troth to seek you was mine hither coming Mother lay a part now all other thyng And all only tend to me and imagine In that that I purpose now to begin Calisto in the love of fair melebea Burnyth wherefore of the he hath great need Thou sayst well knowest not me Celestina I have the end of the matter and for more speed Thou shalt wade no ferther/ for of this deed I am as glad as ever was the surgeon For saluys for broke heed to make provision And so intent I to do to Calisto To give him hope and assure him remedy For long hope to the heart much trouble will do wherefore to the effect thereof I will high Peas for methinks Calisto is nigh Parmeno. what say you. wottyst who is here Sempronio that reviveth my cheer It is sempronio with that old bearded hoar Be ye they my master so sore for doth long Peas I say parmeno or go out of the door Commyst thou to hinder me then dost thou me wrong I pray the help for to make me more strong To win this woman ells god forbade She hath equal power of my life under god wherefore to her do ye make such sorrow think ye in her arse there is any shame The contrary who telleth you be never his borrow For as much she glorifieth her in her name To be called an old whore as ye would of fame Dog in the street and children at every door Bark and cry out there goth an old hore how knowest all this dost thou know her ye that 〈◊〉 lou●…th one Cryto better 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 agone For a false whore the devil over throw her My mother when she died gave me to her alone And a sterker bawd was there never none For that I know I dare well see Let see the contrary who can lay I have been at her house & seen her trynkette For painting thing innumerable Squalmies & ●…almys I wonder where she get The thing that she hath with folk for to fable And to all bawdry ever agreeable yet worse than that which will never be laft Not only a bawd but a who by her craft Say what thou wilt son spare not me I pray the permeno lief thy malicious envy Hark hydyr sempronyo here is but we three In that I have said canst thou dcnye Come hens permeno I love not this I And good mother grieve you not I you pray My mind I shall show now hark what I say
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¶ Omoder Lelestyne I pray god prosper the My son sempronio I am glad of our metyng And as I here say ve go aboute to seke me Of trouth to seke you was myne hyther cōmyng Mother ley a perte now all other thyug And all only tend to me and Imagyn In that that I purpose now to begyn ¶ Calisto in the loue of fayre melebea Burnyth wherfore of the he hath grete nede Thou seyst well knowyst not me Celestina I haue the end of the matter and for more spede Thou shalte wade no ferther / for of this dede I am as glad as euer was the surgyon For saluys for broke hede to make prouysyon ¶ And so intend I to do to Calisto To gyff hym hope and assure hym remedy For long hope to the hart mych troble wyll do wherfore to the effect therof I wyll hye Peas for me thynkyth Calisto is nye Parmeno. what sey you. wottyst who is here Sempronio that reuyuyth my chere ¶ It is sempronio with that old berdyd hore Be ye they my maister so sore for doth long Peas I sey parmeno or go out of the dore Cōmyst thou to hinder me then dost thou me wrong I pray the help for to make me more strong To wyn this woman elle godde forbod She hath equall power of my lyff vnder god ¶ wherfore to her do ye make such sorow Thynk ye in her ars ther is any shame The contrary who tellyth you be neuer his borrow For as much she gloryfyeth her in her name To be callyd an old hore as ye wold of fame Dogge in the strete and chyldren at euery dore Bark and cry out ther goth an old hore ¶ how knowyst all this dost thou know her ye that louth one Cryto better agone For a fals hore the deuyll ouer throw her My moder when she dyed gaue me to her alone And a sterker baud was ther neuer none For that I know I dare well se Let se the cōtrary who can ley ¶ I haue bene at her hows & sene her trynkette For payntyng thynge inumerable Squalmys & almys I wonder where she gette The thynge that she hath with folke for to fable And to all baudry euer agreable yet wors then that whych wyl neuer be laft Not only a baud but a wych by her craft ¶ Say what thow wylt son spare not me I pray the permeno lefe thy malycyous enu y Hark hydyr sempronyo here is but we thre In that I haue sayd canst thou dcnye Com hens permeno I loue not thys I And good mother greue you not I you pray My mynde I shall shew now hark what I say