The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 13 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.77 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Sempronio is come. O hush; peace, peace. Why? What's the matter? Peace, I say, for here is Crito. Put him in the little chamber where the besoms be. Quickly, quickly, I say, and tell him a cousin of yours, and a friend of mine is come to see you. Crito, come hither, come hither, quickly; O my cousin is come, my cousin is beneath; What shall I do? Come quickly, I am undone else. With all my heart: Do not vex yourself. O my dear mother, what a longing have I had to come unto you! I thank my fate, that hath given me leave to see you. My son, my king, thou hast ravished me with thy presence, I am so overjoyed, that I cannot speak to thee; Turn thee about unto me, and embrace me once more in thine a●●. 〈...〉 so long away together, and 〈...〉 here? Who, mother? daughter? O, how my heart rises How 〈...〉 And what of him? high, hy, hy! Why, now now my 〈◊〉 what is it 〈...〉 Wh! Three dayes? Three whole dayes away? And in all that time not so much as once come and see me? Not once vpon me? Fortune neuer looke on thee; neuer comfort thee, thee: Wo to that woman, wretched as he is, who in her hope, and the end of all her happinesse. No more (dear Love.) Thinkst thou (sweet heart) that distance of place can divorce my inward and embowel 〈...〉 Or dead but the least spark or that true 〈...〉? where'er I go, thou go 〈...〉 Then hast not felt more affliction 〈...〉, than I have suffered and endured for thee. 〈...〉 methinks I here somebody's feet move above: Who is it? Who is it? One of my sweet hearts. Nay, like though, I easily believe it. Nay, it is true: Go up and see else. I go. Come hither (my son) come along with me, let this fool alone, for she is idle-headed, and almost out of her little wits; such thought hath she taken for thy absence. Regard not what she says, for she will tell you a thousand flim-flam tales; Come, come with me, and let us talk. Let us not spend the time thus in idlements. But I pray, who is that above? Would you know who? I would. A Wench recommended unto me by a friar. What friar? O, by no means. Now, as you love me, good mother, tell me what friar is it? Lord, how earnest you be? you would die now, if you should not know him; Well, to save your longing, it is that fat Friars Wench: I need say no more. Alack 〈◊〉 wench) what a heavy load is she to bear? You see, we women must bear all, and it were greater we 〈...〉 you have seen but few murders committed upon a women in 〈◊〉 No but many great swellings, besides 〈...〉 what not? upon you how you talk; you do but 〈...〉 me see her. and see her, but see you come at 〈...〉
nodes 124–157 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 205 in this edition
Length
515 words · 733 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.771 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sempronio is come. O hush; peace, peace. Why? What's the matter? Peace, I say, for here is Crito. Put him in the little chamber where the besomes bee. Quickly, quickly, I say, and tell him a cousin of yours, and a friend of mine is come to see you. Crito, come hither, come hither, quickely; O my cousin is come, my cousin is beneath; What shall I doe? Come quickely, I am vndone else. With all my heart: Doe not vexe your selfe. O my deare mother, what a longing haue I had to come vnto you! I thanke my fate, that hath giuen me leaue to see you. My sonne, my king, thou hast rauish'd mee with thy presence, I am so ouer-joyed, that I cannot speake to thee; Turne thee about vnto mee, and imbrace mee once more in thine a. so long away together, and heere? Who, mother? , daughter? O, how my heart rises How And what of him? Hy, hy, hy! Why, now now my what is it Wh! Three dayes? Three whole dayes away? And in all that time not so much as once come and see me? Not once vpon me? Fortune neuer looke on thee; neuer comfort thee, thee: Wo to that woman, wretched as he is, who in her hope, and the end of all her happinesse. No more (deare Loue.) Thinkst thou (sweet heart) that distance of place can diuorce my inward and imbowelle Or dead but the least sparke or that true ? Where-e're I goe, thou goe Thn hast not felt more affliction , then I haue suffered and endured for thee. Me thinkes I heere some bodies seete mooue aboue: Who is it? Who is it? One of my sweet hearts. Nay, like though, I easily beleeue it. Nay, it is true: Goe vp and see else. I goe. Come hither (my son) come along with me, let this foole alone, for shee is idle-headed, and almost out of her little wits; such thought hath she taken for thy absnce. Regard not what she saies, for she will tell you a thousand film-flam tales; Come, come with me, and let vs talke. Let vs not spend the time thus in idlements. But I pray, who is that aboue? Would you know who? I would. A Wench recommended vnto me by a Fryer. What Fryer? O, by no meanes. Now, as you loue me, good mother, tell mee what Fryer is it? Lord, how earnest you be? you would dye now, if you should not know him; Well, to saue your longing, it is that fat Fryers Wench: I need say no more. Aace wench) what a heauy load is she to beare? You see, wee women must beare all, and it were greater wee you haue seene but few murders committe vpon a women in No but many great swellings, besides what not? vpon you how you talke; you doe but mee see her. and see her, but see you come at