The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 54 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 367 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
methinks, mother, it should be a great grief unto you, to think upon those good days of yours, which are past and gone. Would you not be willing to run them over again? That Traveller (Lady) were a fool, who having tired out himself with a hard days travel, would, to begin his journey again, desire to return to the same place, from whence he came. For all those things, whose possession is no whit pleasing, it is better to enjoy them as they are, then to desire their longer stay. For then are they so much the nearer to their end, by how much the farther they are from their beginning. Nor is there any thing in the world more sweet, or more pleasing to him that is truly weary, than his Inn, wherein he may rest himself. So that though youth be a thing very jocund, yet he that is truly old, doth not desire it. But he indeed that wants reason and true understanding, that man in a manner loves nothing else, but the days that are past and gone. Were it but only to live, it is good to desire that which I say. As soon (Lady) dies the young Lamb as the old Sheep; they go both to the shambles together; there is no man so old, but he may live one year more; nor no man so young, but he may die today: so that in this you have little, or no advantage of us. Thou hast scared me with thy words; thy reasons put me in remembrance that I have seen thee heretofore. Tell me (mother) art not thou Celestina, that dwelled in tanner's Row, near the River? even the very same. By my fay you are an old woman. Well, I see it is a true saying; That days go not away in vain. Now (never trust me) I did not know you; neither should I, had it not been for that slash over your face; then were you fair, now wonderfully altered. She changed? Hi, hi, hi! the devil she is: she was fair when she met with him (saving your reverence) that scotched her over the nose.
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Me thinks, mother, it should be a great griefe vnto you, to thinke vpon those good daies of yours, which are past and gone. Would you not be willing to runne them ouer againe? That Trauellour (Lady) were a foole, who hauing tyred out himselfe with a hard dayes trauell, would, to begin his iourney againe, desire to returne to the same place, from whence hee came. For all those things, whose possession is no whit pleasing, it is better to inioy them as they are, then to desire their longer stay. For then are they so much the neerer to their end, by how much the farther they are from their beginning. Nor is there any thing in the world more sweet, or more pleasing to him that is truely weary, then his Inne, wherein hee may rest himselfe. So that though youth be a thing very iound, yet hee that is truly old, doth not desire it. But he indeed that wants reason and true vnderstanding, that man in a manner loues nothing else, but the daies that are past and gone. Were it but onely to liue, it is good to desire that which I say. As soone (Lady) dies the young Lambe as the old Sheep; they goe both to the shambles together; there is no man so old, but hee may liue one yeere more; nor no man so young, but hee may dye to day: so that in this you haue little, or no aduantage of vs. Thou hast scarr'd mee with thy words; thy reasons put mee in remembrance that I haue seene thee heeretofore. Tell me (mother) art not thou Celestina, that dwelt in Tanners Row, neere the Riuer? Euen the very same. By my fay you are an old woman. Well, I see it is a true saying; That daies goe not away in vaine. Now (neuer trust mee) I did not know you; neither should I, had it not been for that slash ouer your face; then were you fayre, now wonderfully altered. She changed? Hi, hi, hi! the diuell she is: shee was faire when she met with him (sauing your reuerence) that scotcht her ouer the nose.