The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 71 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 563 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
ay, good hope; and well may it be called so, since that the gates are set open for my second return. And shall I tell you? she will sooner receive me in this poor tottered Gown and Kirtle, than others in their silks, and cloth of gold. Sempronio, sow me up this mouth; for I can no longer hold. A pocks on her, she hath hedged in the Kirtle to her Gown. Could not one alone have contented her? You will hold your peace, will you not? By Ioue you were best be quiet, or I shall set you hence in a devil's name. What? Is there no ho with you? Say she beg her apparel of him, what's that to thee? she does well in it; and I commend her for it, having such need thereof as she has. And thou know'st, Where the flamen sings, there hath he his offerings, he must have food and raiment. True, he hath so; but as his service is, so is his allowance; he sings all the year long for it: and this old jade would in one day, for treading some three steps, cast off all her rugged hairs, and get her a new coat; which is more than she could well do these fifty years. Is this all the good she taught thee? Is all your old acquaintance come to this? Is this all the obligation you owe her for her pains in breeding you up? Sure, she has brought her Hogs to a good market, in bestowing so great kindness on so very a Pig. I could be well content, that she should pill and pole, ask and have, shave & cut, but not cut out all the cloth for her own coat. It is her fault, I must confess, but other Vice hath she none, save only that she is a little too covetous. But let her alone, and give her leave to provide straw, first, for to thatch her own walls, and to lay the joists first of her own house, than afterwards shall she board ours; else had it been better for her she had never known us. Mother, as you love goodness, if you be a good woman, tell me what was she doing? How got you into the house? How was she apparelled? On which side of the house did you find her? What countenance did she show thee at thy first entrance? How did she look on thee? With such a look and countenance, as your brave fierce bulls use towards those that cast sharp darts against them, when they come for to be baited: or like your wild boars, when they make towards those Mastiffs which set upon them. Be these thy good hopes? These signs of health? What then are those that are mortal? Why, death itself could not be half so deadly. For that would ease and rid me of this my torment, than which none is greater, none more grievous. These are my Masters former fires; he renews afresh his wonted flames: What a strange kind of man is he? He hath not the patience to stay to hear that which so earnestly he hath desired. Now Sir; Who talks now? I must not speak a word; but did my Master hear you, he would cudgel your coat, as well as mine.
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I, good hope; and well may it be called so, since that the gates are set open for my second returne. And shall I tell you? she will sooner receiue me in this poore tottred Gowne and Kirtle, then others in their silks, and cloth of gold. Sempronio, sow mee vp this mouth; for I can no longer hold. A pocks on her, she hath hedg'd in the Kirtle to her Gowne. Could not one alone haue contented her? You will hold your peace, will you not? By Ioue you were best be quiet, or I shall set you hence in a diuels name. What? Is there no ho with you? Say she begge her apparell of him, what's that to thee? she does well in it; and I commend her for it, hauing such need thereof as she has. And thou know'st, Where the Flamin sings, there hath he his offrings, he must haue food and rayment. True, he hath so; but as his seruice is, so is his allowance; he sings all the yeere long for it: and this old Iade would in one day, for treading some three steps, cast off all her rugged hayres, and get her a new coate; which is more then she could well doe these fifty yeeres. Is this all the good she taught thee? Is all your old acquaintance come to this? Is this all the obligation you owe her for her paines in breeding you vp? Sure, she ha's brought her Hogges to a good market, in bestowing so great kindenesse on so very a Pigge. I could be well content, that she should pill and pole, aske and haue, shaue & cut, but not cut out all the cloth fo her own coat. It is her fault, I must confesse, but other Vice hath shee none, saue onely that shee is a little too couetous. But let her alone, and giue her leaue to prouide straw, first, for to thatch her owne walls, and to lay the ioyses first of her owne house, then afterwards shall she boord ours; else had it beene better for her shee had neuer knowne vs. Mother, as you loue goodnesse, if you be a good woman, tell mee what was shee doing? How got you into the house? How was she apparelled? On which side of the house did you find her? What countenance did shee shew thee at thy first entrance? How did shee looke on thee? With such a looke and countenance, as your braue fierce buls vse towards those that cast sharp darts against them, when they come for to be baited: or like your wilde bores, when they make towards those Mastiues which set vpon them. Be these thy good hopes? These signes of health? What then are those that are mortall? Why, death it selfe could not be halfe so deadly. For that would ease and rid me of this my torment, then which none is greater, none more grieuous. These are my Masters former fires; he renewes afresh his wonted flames: What a strange kind of man is he? He hath not the patience to stay to haere that which so earnestly hee hath desired. Now Sir; Who talkes now? I must not speake a word; but did my Master heare you, he would cudgell your coat, as well as mine.