The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 24 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 393 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
O! As quiet as the tail of a Scorpion. It were well, and it were no worse. Ha, ha, he. Laugh'st thou, thou pocky rogue? Nay, mother, be quiet: hold your peace, I pray. Do not blame me; and do not hold me, though I am but young, for a fool. I love Calisto, tied thereunto out of that true and honest fidelity, which every servant owes unto his Master; for the breeding that he hath given me, for the benefit which I receive from him, as also because I am well respected, and kindly entreated by him, which is the strongest chain, that links the love of the servant to the service of his Master: As the contrary is the breaking of it. I see he is out of the right way, and hath wholly lost himself; and nothing can befall a man worse in this world, than to hunt after his desire, without hope of a good and happy end; especially, he thinking to recover his game (which himself holdeth so hard and difficult a pursuit) by the vain advice, and foolish reasons of that beast Sempronio, which is all one, as if he should go about with the broad end of a Spade, to dig little worms out of a man's hand. I hate it. I abhor it. It is abominable: and with grief I speak it I do much lament it. know'st thou not, Parmeno, that it is an absolute folly, or mere simplicity to bewail that, which by wailing cannot be holpen? And therefore do I wail, because it cannot be holpen: For if by wailing and weeping, it were possible to work some remedy for my Master, so great would the contentment of that hope be, that for very joy, I should not have the power to weep. But because I see all hope thereof to be utterly lost, with it have I lost all my joy, and for this cause do I weep. Thou weepest in vain for that, which cannot by weeping be avoided; thou canst not turn the extreme of his violent passion; and therefore mayst truly presume that he is past allure, Tell me (Parmeno) hath not the like happened to others, as well as to him? Yes. But I would not have my Master through mourning and grieving, languish, and grow sick.
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O! As quiet as the taile of a Scorpion. It were well, and it were no worse. Ha, ha, he. Laugh'st thou, thou pocky rogue? Nay, mother, be quiet: hold your peace, I pray. Doe not blame me; and doe not hold mee, though I am but young, for a foole. I loue Calisto, tyed thereunto out of that true and honest fidelity, which euery seruant owes vnto his Master; for the breeding that he hath giuen me, for the benefit which I receiue from him, as also because I am well respected, and kindely intreated by him, which is the strongest chaine, that linkes the loue of the seruant to the seruice of his Master: As the contrary is the breaking of it. I see hee is out of the right way, and hath wholly lost himselfe; and nothing can befall a man worse in this world, then to hunt after his desire, without hope of a good and happy end; especially, he thinking to recouer his game (which himselfe holdeth so hard and difficult a pursuite) by the vaine aduice, and foolish reasons of that beast Sempronio, which is all one, as if he should goe about with the broade end of a Spade, to dig lile wormes out of a mans hand. I hate it. I abhorre it. It is abominable: and with griefe I speake it I doe much lament it. Knowst thou not, Parmeno, that it is an absolute folly, or meere simplicity to bewaile that, which by wayling cannot bee holpen? And therefore doe I wayle, because it cannot be holpen: For if by wayling and weeping, it were posible to worke some remedy for my Master, so great would the contentment of that hope be, that for very ioy, I should not haue the power to weepe. But because I see all hope thereof to be vtterly lost, with it haue I lost all my ioy, and for this cause doe I weepe. Thou weepest in vaine for that, which cannot by weeping be auoyded; thou canst not turne the istreame of his violent passion; and therefore maist truly presume that he is past allre, Tell mee (Parmeno) hath not the like happened to others, as well as to him? Yes. But I would not haue my Master through mourning and grieuing, languish, and grow sicke.