The Beauty and Good Properties of Women (Calisto and Melebea) (Celestina) · chunk 11 of 18
Rastell, John · published 1525 · first performed or written 1527 [c.1527-1530] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Lo sirs my master ye see is angry But this it is tell fools for their proffyt warn them for their wealth it is but folly For stryk them on the heel and as much wit Shall con forth as at their forehead to ꝑscyve it Go thy way calesto for on my charge Thy thrift is sealed up though thou be at large O how unhappy I am to be trem For other men win by falsehood & flattery I lose for my troth the world doth so ensue Troth is put back & take for folly Therefore now I will change my copy If I had done as celystyne bade me Lalysto his minion still would have had me This giveth me warning from hens forward how to deal with him for all thing as he will I will the same forward or backward I will go straight to him and follow him still Say as he saith be it good or ill And sith these vawde get good provoking lechery I trust flattery shall speed as well as bawdry I pray you cawe this wowan here never sin In faith to enter hear I awe half adread And yet why so/ I may boldly come in I am sure frow you all I shall not be had But jesus jesus be these men so wad On wowen as they say/ how should it be It is but fables and lies ye way trust in God be here i who is there will ye buy any thread ye marry good woder I pray you come in Lryst save you fair mestres & god be your sped●… And health be to you & all your kin And marry godde mother that blessed virgin Preserve & prosper your womanly parsonage Aud well to inioy your yough & pusell age For that time pleasures are most eschewed And age is the hospital of all manner sickness The resting place of all thought unrelevyd The sport of time past the end of all quickness neighbour to death a dry stock without sweetness Discomfort disease all age alowith A tree without sap that small charge boweth I marvel mother ye speak so much ill Of age that all folk desire effectuously They desire hurt for themself as all of will And the cause why they desire to come thereby Is for to life for death is so loathly He that is sorrowful would life to be sorrier And he that is old would life to be elder Fair damosel who can show all the hurt of age His weariness feebleness his discontenting His childishness frowardness of his rage wrynkeling in the face lak of sight and hearing hollowness of mouth fall of teth faint of going And worst of all possessed with poverty And the lymmys arrested with debylite Mother ye have take great pain for age would ye not return to the beginning
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¶ Lo syrs my master ye se is angry But thys it is tell folys for theyre proffyt warn theym for theyre welth it is but foly For stryk theym on the hele and as moch wyt Shall cō forth as at theyr forehede to ꝑscyue it Go thy way calesto for on my charge Thy thryft is sealyd vp though thou be at large ¶ O how vnhappy I am to be trem For other men wyn by falsehed & flatery I lese for my troth the world doth so ensew Troth is put bak & takyn for foly Therfore now I wyll chaunge my copy If I had done as celystyne bad me Lalysto hys mynyon styll wold haue had me ¶ Thys gyuyth me warnyng from hens forward how to dele wt hym for all thyng as he wyll I will the same forward or bakward I will go streyght to hym and folow hym still Say as he sayth be it good or yll And syth these vawde get good prouokyng lechery I trust flatery shall spede as well as bawdery ¶ I pray you cawe this wowan here neuer syn In fayth to entre here I aw half adrad And yet why so / I may boldly com in I am sure frow you all I shall not be had But iesus iesus be these men so wad On wowen as they sey / how shuld it be It is but fables and lyes ye way trust ine God be here i who is ther wyl ye bye any thred ye mary good woder I pray you come in Lryst saue you fayre mestres & god be your sped And helth be to you & all your kyn And mary godde mother that blessyd vyrgyn Preserue & prosper your womanly personage Aud well to inioy your yough & pusell age ¶ For that tyme pleasurys are most eschyuyd And age is the hospytall of all maner sykenes The restyng place of all thought vnreleuyd The sporte of tyme past the ende of all quiknes Neybour to deth a dry stok wythout swetnes Discomforte disease all age alowith A tre without sap that small charge boweth ¶ I meruell moder ye speke so much yll Of age that all folke desyre effectuously They desyre hurt for them selfas all of wyll And the cause why they desyre to come therby Is for to lyff for deth is so lothly He that is sorowfull wold lyff to be soryer And he that is old wold lyff to be elder ¶ Fayre damesell who can shew all the hurte of age His werynes feblenes his discontentyng His chyldishnes frowardnes of his rage wrynkelyng in the face lak of syght and heryng Holownes of mouth fall of teth faynt of goyng And worst of all possessyd with pouerte And the lymmys arestyd with debylite ¶ Moder ye haue takyn grete payn for age wold ye not retorn to the begynnyng