The Beauty and Good Properties of Women (Calisto and Melebea) (Celestina) · chunk 14 of 18
Rastell, John · published 1525 · first performed or written 1527 [c.1527-1530] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
It is not said I see well in vain The tongue of man & woman worst members be Thou brut bawd thou great enemy to honest certain Lause of secret errors Ihu Ihu bnedicite Son good body take this old thef●… fro me That thus would me deceive me 〈◊〉 her false sleight Go out of my sight now/ get the hens straight In an evil hour came I hither I may say I would I had broken my leg twain Go ●…ens thou brothel go hens in the devil way B●…yst thou yet to increase my pain wilt thou make me of this fool to be fain To give hymlyfe to make him merry And to myself death to make me sorry wilt thou ●…ere a way profit for my perdi●…ion And make me lose the house of my fathe●… To win the house of such an old matron As thou art shamfullyst of all other Thikist thou that I understand not thou falls mother Thy hurtful message thy false subtle ways Make a mend to god thou lyffyst to long days Answer thou traytres how darest be so bold The fere of the maketh me so dismayed That the blood of my body is almost cold Alas fair maydyn what hast thou said To me poor widow why am I denayed Here my conclusion which is of honest wt out cause ye blame thys gentylman & me I say I will here no more of that fool was he not here with me even now Thou old which thou bringest me in great dole Ask him what answer he had of me & how I took his demand as now know mayst thou More showing is but lost where no mercy can be Thus I answered him & thus I answer the The more strange she maketh the gladder am I There is no tempast that ever doth endure what sayst thou what sayst thou shameful enemy Speke out. so fir I am of your displeasure your anger is so great I ●…seyue it sure And your patience is in so great an heat That for woe & fere I both weep & sweet little is the heat incoparyson to say To the great boldness of thy demeaning Fair maiden yet one word now I you pray Appease with pacyens & here my saying It Is for a prayer mestres my demanding That is said ye have of saint appolyne For the tooth ache where of this man is in pine And the girdle there thou wearest about the So many holy relic it hath touched That this knight thinketh his boat thou mayst be Therefore let thy pity now be a vouchid For my heart for fere like a dog is couthyd The delight of vengen●…s who so doth use pity at their need shall they●… refuse if this betrew that thou s●…yst to me 〈◊〉 Mine heart is ligthened ●…eyuyng thecase I would be content well 〈◊〉 I wist how To bring this seek knight unto some 〈◊〉
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¶ It is not sayd I se well in vayn The tong of man & woman worst members be Thow brut baud thow gret enmy to honeste certayn Lause of secret errours Ihū Ihū bnedicite Sō good bodi take this old thef fro me That thus wold me disseyue me her fals sleyght Go owt of my syght now / get the hens streyght ¶ In an yuyll howre cam I hyther I may say I wold I had brokyn my legge twayn Go ens thou brothell go hens in the dyuyll way Byst thou yet to increase my payn wylt thow make me of thys fole to be fayn To gyue hymlyfe to make hym mery And to my self deth to make me sory ¶ wilt thow ere a way profet for my perdiion And make me lese the house of my fathe To wyn the howse of such an old matrone As thow art shamfullyst of all other Thikist thou that I ūderstād not thou falls mother Thy hurtfull message thy fals subtell ways Make a mende to god thou lyffyst to long days ¶ Answere thou traytres how darst be so bold The fere of the makyth me so dysmayd That the blod of my body is almost cold Alas fayre maydyn what hast thou sayd To me pore wydow why am I denayed Here my cōclusion which ys of honeste wt out cause ye blame thys gentylman & me I sey I wyll here no more of that fole was he not here with me euyn now Thow old which thou bryngyst me in grete dole Ask him what answere he had of me & how I toke hys demaund as now know mayst thou More shewyng is but lost where no mercy can be Thus I answerd hym & thus I answer the ¶ The more straunge she makyth the gladder am I Ther is no tempast that euer doth endure what seyst thou what seyst thow shameful enmy Speke out. so ferd I am of your dyspleasure your anger is so grete I seyue it sure And your pacyens is in so gret an hete That for wo & fere I both wepe & swete ¶ Lyttyll is the hete incoparyson to say To the gret boldnes of thy demeanyng Fayre mayden yet one word now I you pray Appease we pacyens & here my sayeng It Is for a prayer mestres my demaundyng That is sayd ye haue of seynt appolyne For the toth ake wher of this man is in pyne ¶ And the gyrdle there thou weryst about the ¶ So many holy relyke it hath towchyd That thys knyght thynkyth his bote thou maist be Therfore let thy pyte now be a vouchid For my hart for fere lyke a dog is couthyd The delyght of vengens who so doth vse Pyte at theyre nede shall they refuse ¶ yf this betrew that thou syst to me Myn hart is lyghtnyd eyuyng thecase I wold be content well I wyst how To bryng this seke knyght vnto some