The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 22 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 451 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What art thou doing, thou that art the key of my life? Open the door. O Parmeno! now that I see her, I feel myself well, methinks, I am now alive again: See what a reverend Matron it is: What a presence she bears, worthy respect! A man may now see, how for the most part, the face is the Index of the mind. O virtuous old age! O inaged virtue▪ O glorious hope of my desired end! O head, the all air of my passion! O reliever of my torment, and vivification of my life, resurrection from my death! I desire to draw near unto thee, my lips long to kiss those hands, wherein consists the fullness of my recovery; but the unworthiness of my person debars me of so great a favour. Wherefore I here adore the ground whereon thou treadest, and in reverence of thee, bow down my body to kiss it. Sempronio; Can fair words make me the fatter? Can I live by this? Those bones which I have already gnawn, does this fool thy Master think to feed me therewith? Sure the man dreams; when he comes to fry his eggs, he will then find what is wanting. Bid him shut his mouth, and open his purse: I misdoubt his words, much more his works. Holla, I say; are you so ticklish? I will curry you for this gear, you lame Ass: you must rise a little more early, if you mean to go beyond me. Woe to these ears of mine, that ever they should hear such words as these. I now see, that he is a lost man, who goes after one that is lost. O unhappy Calisto, deject wretch, blind in thy folly, and kneeling on the ground, to adore the oldest, and the rottenest piece of whorish earth, that ever rubbed her shoulders in the Stews! He is undone, he is overthrown horse and foot, he is fallen into a trap, whence he will never get out; he is not capable of any redemption, counsel, or courage. Wat said my mother? It seemeth unto me, that she thinks I offer words for to excuse my reward. You have hit the nail on the head, Sir. Come then with me, bring the keys with you, and thou shalt see, I will quickly put her out of that doubt. In so doing, you shall do well, Sir. Let us go presently: for it is not good to suffer weeds to grow amongst corn, not suspicion in the hearts of our friends, but to root it out straight with the weedhook of good works. Wittily spoken; come, let us go, let us slack no time.
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What art thou doing, thou that art the key of my life? Open the doore. O Parmeno! now that I see her, I feele my selfe well, me thinks, I am now aliue againe: See what a reuerend Matrone it is: What a presence she beares, worthy respect! A man may now see, how for the most part, the face is the Index of the mind. O vertuous old age! O inaged vertue O glorious hope of my desired end! O head, the all ayer of my passion! O relieuer of my torment, and viuification of my life, resurrection from my death! I desire to draw neer vnto thee, my lips long to kisse those hands, wherein consists the fulnesse of my recouery; but the vnworthinesse of my person debars mee of so great a fauour. Wherefore I heere adore the ground whereon thou treadest, and in reuerence of thee, bow downe my body to kisse it. Sempronio; Can faire words make me the fatter? Can I liue by this? Those bones which I haue already gnawne, does this foole thy Master thinke to feede mee therewith? Sure the man dreames; when he comes to frye his egges, he will then finde what is wanting. Bid him shut his mouth, and open his purse: I missedoubt his words, much more his works. Holla, I say; are you so ticklish? I will curry you for this geare, you lame Asse: you must rise a little more early, if you meane to goe beyond me. Woe to these eares of mine, that euer they should heare such words as these. I now see, that hee is a lost man, who goes after one that is lost. O vnhappy Calisto, deiect wretch, blind in thy folly, and kneeling on the ground, to adore the oldest, and the rottennest piece of whorish earth, that euer rub'd her shoulders in the Stewes! He is vndone, he is ouerthrowne horse and foote, hee is fallen ino a trap, whence he will neuer get out; hee is not capable of any redemption, counsell, or courage. Wat said my mother? It seemeth vnto mee, that shee thinkes I offer words for to excuse my reward. You haue hit the nayle on the head, Sir. Come then with mee, bring the keyes with you, and thou shalt see, I will quickely put her out of that doubt. In so doing, you shall doe well, Sir. Let vs goe presently: for it is not good to suffer weeds to grow amongst corne, not suspition in the hearts of our friends, but to root it out streight with the weed-hooke of good workes. Wittily spoken; come, let vs goe, let vs slacke no time.