The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 7 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Sempronio? Sir. Reach me that Lute. Sir, here it is. Tell me what grief so great can be, As to equal my misery. This Lute, Sir, is out of tune. How shall he tune it, who himself is out of tune? Or how canst thou hear harmony from him, who is at such discord with himself? Or how can he do any thing well, whose will is not obedient to reason? Who harbours in his breast needles, peace, war, truce, love, hate, injuries and suspicions; And all these at once, and from one, and the same cause. Do thou therefore take this Lute unto thee, and sing me the most doleful ditty thou canst devise. Nero, from Tarpey, doth behold. How Rome doth burn all on a flame; He hears the cries of young and old, Yet is not grieved at the same. My fire is far greater, and less her pity whom now I speak of. I was not deceived when I said, my Master had lost his wits. What's that (Sempronio) thou mutter'st to thyself? Nothing Sir, not I. Tell me what thou saidst▪ Be not afraid. Marry I said, How can that fire be greater which but tormenteth one living man, then that which burned such a City as that was, and such a multitude of men? How? I shall tell thee. Greater is that flame which lasteth fourscore years, then that which endureth but one day. And greater that fire, which burneth one soul, then that which burneth an hundred thousand bodies: See what difference there is betwixt apparencies, and existencies; betwixt painted shadows, and lively substances, betwixt that which is counterfeited, and that which is real. So great a difference is there betwixt that fire which thou speakest of, and that which burneth me. I see, I did not mistake my bias; which, for aught I perceive, runs worse and worse. Is it not enough to show thyself a fool, but thou must also speak profanely? Did not I will tell thee, when thou speakest, that thou shouldest speak aloud? Tell me what's that thou mumblest to thyself. Only I doubted of what religion your Lovers are. I am a Melibean, I adore Melibea, I believe in Melibea, and I love Melibea. My Master is all Melibea: who now but Melibea? whose heart not able to contain her, like a boiling vessel, venting its heat, goes bubbling her name in his mouth. Well, I have now as much as I desire: I know on which foot you halt, I shall not heal you. Thou speakest of matters beyond the Moon. It is impossible. O Sir▪ exceeding easy; for the first recovery of sickness, is the discovery of the disease. What counsel can order that, which in itself hath neither counsel nor order?
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Sempronio? Sir. Reach me that Lute. Sir, heere it is. Tell me what griefe so great can be, As to equall my misery. This Lute, Sir, is out of tune. How shall he tune it, who himselfe is out of tune? Or how canst thou heare harmony from him, who is at such discord with himselfe? Or how can he do any thing well, whose will is not obedient to reason? Who harbors in his brest needles, peace, warre, truce, loue, hate, injuries and suspicions; And all these at once, and from one, and the same cause. Doe thou therefore take this Lute vnto thee, and sing me the most dolefull ditty thou canst deuise. Nero, from Tarpey, doth behold. How Rome doth burne all on a flame; He heares the cries of young and old, Yet is not grieued at the same. My fire is farre greater, and lesse her pity whom now I speake of. I was not deceiued when I sayd, my Master had lost his wits. Whats that (Sempronio) thou muttrest to thy selfe? Nothing Sir, not I. Tell me what thou saidst▪ Be not afraid. Marry I said, How can that fire be greater which but tormenteth one liuing man, then that which burnt such a Citty as that was, and such a multitude of men? How? I shall tell thee. Greater is that flame which lasteth sourescore yeeres, then that which endureth but one day. And greater that fire, which burneth one soule, then that which burneth an hundred thousand bodies: See what difference there is betwixt apparencies, and existencies; betwixt painted shaddowes, and liuely substances, betwixt that which is counterset, and that which is reall. So great a difference is there betwixt that fire which thou speakest of, and that which burneth mee. I see, I did not mistake my byas; which, for ought I perceiue, runnes worse and worse. Is it not inough to shew thy selfe a foole, but thou must also speake prophanely? Did not I will tell thee, when thou speakest, that thou shouldest speake aloud? Tell me whats that thou mumblest to thy selfe. Onely I doubted of what religion your Louers are. I am a Melibean, I adore Melibea, I beleeue in Melibea, and I loue Melibea. My Master is all Melibea: who now but Melibea? whose heart not able to containe her, like a boyling vessell, venting it's heate, goes bubbling her name in his mouth. Well, I haue now as much as I desire: I know on which foote you halt, I shall not heale you. Thou speakest of matters beyond the Moone. It is impossible. O Sir▪ exceeding easie; for the first recouery of sicknesse, is the discouery of the disease. What counsell can order that, which in it selfe hath neither counsell nor order?