Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 38 of 205

Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals)
tragicomedy; literary play
unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 352 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.

Sir, it is a weak fidelity, which fear of punishment can turn to flattery; more especially, with such a Master, whom sorrow and affliction deprive of reason, and make him a stranger to his natural judgement. Take but away this same veil of blindness, and these momentary fires will quickly vanish; and then shall you know, that these my sharp words are better to kill this strong Canker, & to stifle these violent flames, than the soft smoothings of footling Sempronio, which feed your humour, quicken up your love, kindle afresh your flames, and join brands to brands, which shall never leave burning, till they have quite consumed you, and brought you to your grave. Peace, peace, you Varlet; I am in pain and anguish, and thou readest philosophy unto me. But I expect no better at thy hands; I have not the patience to hear thee any longer. Go, begone; Get forth my horse; See he be well and clean dressed; 〈◊〉 him well. For I must pass by the house of my Melibea, or rather of my Goddesie. Holla, boys, where be you? Not a boy about the house. I must be fain to do it myself; and I am glad it is no worse: for I fear 〈◊〉 it be long, we shall come to a worse office, than to be boys of the spur, and to lackey it at the stirrup. Well, let the world slide, and things be as they may be, when they cannot be as they should be. My Gossips (I see as it is in the proverb) are angry with me for speaking the truth. Why, how now you jade? Are you neighing too? Is not one jealous Lover enough in a house? Or dost thou wind Melibea? When comes this horse? Why, Parmeno, what dost thou mean? why bring thou him not away? Here he is: Sosia was was not within. Hold the stirrup. Open the gate a little wider. If Sempronio chance to come in the meanwhile, and the old woman with him, will them to stay; for I will return presently.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina)
AuthorMabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1631
First performance (BritDrama)1598 [Oct] [1595-1611]
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy; literary play
Play typeTranslation;Nonprofessional;Closet/Unacted
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 952 · TCP A18331 · DEEP 763
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 293–298 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 205 in this edition
Length352 words · 463 tokens · flags: under_min
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T35 — Fools, wit and railing at 0.752
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sir, it is a weake fidelity, which feare of punishment can turne to flattery; more especially, with such a Master, whom sorrow and affliction depriue of reason, and make him a stranger to his naturall iudgement. Take but away this same vaile of blindenesse, and these momentary fies will quickly vanish; and then shall you know, that these my sharpe words are better to kill this strong Canker, & to stifle these vioent flames, then the soft smoothings of footing Sempronio, which feede your humor, quicken vp your loue, kindle afresh your flames, and ioyne brands to brands, which shall neuer leaue burning, till they haue quite consumed you, and brought you to your graue. Peace, peace, you Varet; I am in paine and anguish, and thou readest phylosophy vnto me. But I expect no better at thy hands; I haue not the patience to heare thee any longer. Goe, begone; Get foorth my horse; See hee be well and cleane drest; him well. For I must passe by the house of my Melibea, or rather of my Goddesie. Holla, boyes, where be you? Not a boy about the house. I must be faine to doe it my selfe; and I am glad it is no worse: for I feare it be long, wee shall come to a worse office, then to be boyes of the spurre, and to lackey it at the stirrop. Well, let the world slide, and things be as they may be, when they cannot be as they should be. My Gossips (I see as it is in the prouerbe) are angry with mee for speaking the truth. Why, how now you Iade? Are you neiging too? Is not one iealous Louer inough in a house? Or dost thou winde Melibea? When comes this horse? Why, Parmeno, what dost thou meane? why bring thou him not away? Heere hee is: Sosia was was not within. Hold the stirrop. Open the gate a little wider. If Sempronio chance to come in the meane while, and the old woman with him, will them to stay; for I will returne presently.