The Beauty and Good Properties of Women (Calisto and Melebea) (Celestina) · chunk 17 of 18
Rastell, John · published 1525 · first performed or written 1527 [c.1527-1530] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
And ever ye looked continually upon that same bych & somoth her eyed That ye cain to the foul pit brink suddenly Luke to have fallen in & to have been destroyed which when I saw anon than I cried starting in my sleep & therewith did awake That yet for fere me think my body doth quakes was not this a fcrefull dream & marvelous I pray you daughter what think ye now to this Hic mese●…ea certo tempore nō●…oquit̄ sed vustu 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 why speak ye not why be ye now so studious Is there any thing that hath chanced you 〈◊〉 I am your father tell me what it is Alas now your dream which ye have expressed Hath made me all pensive & sore abashed I pray you dear daughter now tell me why Sir I know the cause of your vision And what your dreadful dream doth signify There of would I fain now have notition Alas dear fade●… alas what have I done Offended god as a wrech unworthy wherein/ despair not god is full of mercy Than on my knees now I fall down And of god chiefly asking forgyfnes And next of you for in to oblivion I have put your doctrine & lessons doubtless Fere not daughter I am not merciless I trust ye have not so greatly offended But that right well it may be amended ye have fosterid me up full lovingly In virtuous dis●…plyne which is the right path To all grace & vert●…w which doth signify By your dream y●●…ayre pleasant wholesome bath The foul pit whereof ye dreamed which hath Destroyed so many betokeneth ●…yse & sin In which alas Thad almost fallen In The prickered cur & the foul ●…ych which made herself so smooth & fair to see Betokenyth an old queen a bawdy who Lallyd celystyne that woe might she be which with her fair word ay so ●…swadydme That she had almost brought me here unto To fulfil the foul lust of calis●… Alas dear daughter I taught you a lesson wh●…ch way ye should attain unto virtue That was every morning to say an orason praying god for grace all vice to eschew O dear father that lesson I have kept true which preserved me/ for though I did consent In mind/ yet had he never his intent The virtue of that prayer I see well on thing hath preserved you from the shame of that sin But because ye were somewhat consenting ye have offended god greatly therein wherefore daughter ye must now begin humbly to beseech god of his mercy For to forgive you your sin & misery O blyssid lord & father celestial whose infinite merci no tongue can exprese Though I be a sinner wrech of wrechis all yet of thy great mercy grant me forgifnes Full sore I repent my sy●… I confese Intending hens forth never to offend more Now humbly I beseech thy mercy therefore
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¶ And euer ye lokyd continually vppon that same bych & somoth her eyed That ye cain to the fonle pyt brynk sodeynly Lvke to haue fallyn in & to haue bene dystroyed whych when I saw anon than I cryed Stertyng in my slepe & therwt dyd awake That yet for fere me thynk my body doth quaks ¶ was not this a fcrefull dreme & meruelous I pray you doughter what thynk ye now to this Hic meseea certo tempore nō oquit̄ sed uustu why speke ye not why be ye now so studious Is there any thyng y• hath chauncyd you I am your father tell me what it is A las now your dreme whych ye haue expressyd ¶ Hath made me all pensyfe & sore abasshyd I pray you dere doughter now tell me why Sir I know the canse of your vision And what your dredefull dreme doth signyfye Ther of wold I fayn now haue noticion Alas dere fade alas what haue I done Offendyd god as a wrech vnworthy wherein / dyspayre not god is full of mercy ¶ Than on my knees now I fall downe And of god chefely askyng forgyfnes And next of you for in to oblyuyon I haue put your doctryne & lessons dowtles Fere not doughter I am not merciles I trust ye haue not so gretly offendyd But that ryght well it may be amendyd ¶ ye haue fosterid me vp full louyngly In verteous displyne whych is the ryght path To all grace & vertw whych doth sygnyfye By your dreme y• ayre plesaunt holesome bath The foule pyt whereof ye dremyd which hath Destroyd so many betokneth yse & syn In whych alas Thad almost fallyn In ¶ The prikyeryd curr & the foule ych which made her self so smoth & fayre to see Betokenyth an old quene a baudy wych Lallyd celystyne that wo myght she be whych wt her fayre worde ay so swadydme That she had almost brought me here vnto To fulfyll the foule lust of calis ¶ Alas dere doughter I taught you a lesson whch way ye shuld attayn vnto vertew That was euery mornyng to say an orason Prayeng god for grace all vyce to eschew O dere fader that lesson I haue kept trew whych preseruyd me / for though I dyd cōsēt In mynd / yet had he neuer hys intent ¶ The verteu of that prayer I se well on thing hath preseruyd you from the shame of that sin But because ye were somwhat cōsentyng ye haue offendid god gretly therin wherefore doughter ye must now begyn humbly to besech god of hys mercy For to forgyue you your syn & mysery ¶ O blyssid lord & fader celestiall whose infynite merci no tong can exprese Though I be a sinner wrech of wrechis all yet of thy gret merci graunt me forgifnes Full sore I repent my sy I cōfese Intendyng hens forth neuer to offend more Now humbly I besech thy mercy therfore