Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 73 of 205

Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals)
tragicomedy; literary play
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 457 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Now (dear mother) that you have given me assurance, that I may boldly with comfort expect the extremest vigour of her answer; say what thou wilt, and I shall be attentive thereunto. Now my heart is at rest; now my thoughts are quiet; now my veins receive and recover their lost blood; now have I lost my fear; now do I find some joy; now am I cheerful. Let us (if it please you) go up; where, in my chamber you shall report that at full, which I have heard in brief, With all my heart, Sir, Come, let us go. O what starting holes does this fool seek for to fly from us, that he may, at his pleasure, weep for joy with Celestina, and discover unto her a thousand secrets of his light, and doting appetite! First, to ask her, I know not how oft of every particular: and then have her answer him to the same, six several times one after another, and never to make an end, but over, and over, and over with it again, having nobody by to tell him how tedious he is; Fie upon him, I am sick to think upon it. Go your ways (you fool) Get you up with a murrain; but we will not stay long after you. Mark (mother) how Parmeno goes mumbling to himself; see how the slave crosses himself, to hear what thou hast brought to pass by thy great diligence! Observe in what a maze he stands! Look, look, Celestina; dost thou see what he is doing? See, and the villain does not cross himself again? Come up, up, up; and sit you down (I pray) whilst I on my knees give ear to thy sweet answer. Say on; And tell me quickly, by what means thou got'st into the house? By selling a parcel of thread which I had; by which trick, I have taken in my days, more than thirty of as good worth and quality as herself, (So it pleased fortune to favour me in this world) and some better women, I wiss, and of greater rank, were she more honourable than she is. Greater (mother) perhaps in body, but not in nobleness of birth, not in state, not in beauty, not in discretion, not in stateliness, linked with gracefulness and merit, not in virtue, nor in speech. Now the fool's steel begins to strike fire; now his bells begin to jangle; mark how his clock goes; it never strikes under twelve; the finger of his dial point is still upon high noon; all upon the most. Sempronio, tell the clock, keep true reckoning, how standst thou gazing like a wide-mouthed drivelling fool, hearing his fooleries, and her lies?
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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 487–493 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 73 of 205 in this edition
Length457 words · 590 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.780
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)
Now (deare mother) that you haue giuen mee assurance, that I may boldly with comfort expect the extremest vigour of her answer; say what thou wilt, and I shall be attentiue thereunto. Now my heart is at rest; now my thoughts are quiet; now my veynes receiue and recouer their lost bloud; now haue I lost my feare; now doe I finde some ioy; now am I cheerefull. Let vs (if it please you) goe vp; where, in my chamber you shall report that at full, which I haue heard in briefe, With all my heart, Sir, Come, let vs goe. O what starting holes does this foole seeke for to flye from vs, that he may, at his pleasure, weepe for ioy with Celestina, and discouer vnto her a thousand secrets of his light, and doting appetite! First, to aske her, I know not how oft of euery particular: and then haue her answer him to the same, sixe seuerall times one after another, and neuer to make an end, but ouer, and ouer, and ouer with it againe, hauing no body by to tell him how tedious he is; Fie vpon him, I am sick to think vpon it. Go your wayes (you foole) Get you vp with a murraine; but we will not stay long after you. Marke (mother) how Parmeno goes mumbling to himselfe; see how the slaue crosses himselfe, to heare what thou hast brought to passe by thy great diligence! Obserue in what a maze he stands! Looke, looke, Celestina; dost thou see what hee is doing? See, and the villaine does not crosse himselfe againe? Come vp, vp, vp; and sit you downe (I pray) whilest I on my knees giue eare to thy sweete answer. Say on; And tell mee quickely, by what meanes thou gotst into the house? By selling a parcell of thread which I had; by which trick, I haue taken in my daies, more then thirty of as good worth and quality as her selfe, (So it pleased fortune to fauour mee in this world) and some better women, I wisse, and of greater rancke, were shee more honorable then shee is. Greater (mother) perhaps in body, but not in noblenesse of birth, not in state, not in beauty, not in discretion, not in statelinesse, linked with gracefulnesse and merit, not in vertue, nor in speach. Now the fooles steele beginnes to strike fire; now his bels beginne to iangle; marke how his clocke goes; it neuer strikes vnder twelue; the finger of his dyall point is still vpon high noone; all vpon the most. Sempronio, tell the clocke, keepe true reckoning, how standst thou gazing like a wide-mouthed driueling foole, hearing his fooleries, and her lies?