The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 81 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.81 · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
O my much honoured Matron, my mother, my comfortress! Let me glad myself a little with this messenger of my glory. O my tongue! Why dost thou hinder thyself in entertaining any other discourse? leaving off to adore that present Excellency, which, peradventure, thou shalt never see in thy power? O ye my hands! With what presumption, with what slender reverence do you touch that Treacle, which must cure my wound? Now that poison cannot hurt me, wherewith that cruel shot of Cupid hath its sharp point deeply indipped. For now I am safe, since that she who gave me my wound, gives me also my medicine. O dear Celestina! Thou that art the delight of all old Dames, the joy of young wenches, the ease of the afflicted, and comfort of such comfortless wretches as myself; do not punish me more with fear of thee, than I am already punished with shame of myself; suffer me to let lose the reins of my contemplation; give me leave to go forth into the streets with this jewel, that they who see me, may know, that there is not any man more happy than myself. Do not infistulate your wound, by clapping on it still more and more desire. Sir, it is not this string, nor this girdle alone, wherein your remedy must depend. I know it well, yet have I not the power to abstain from adoring so great a relic? so rich a gift? That's a gift, which is given gratis; but you know that she did this for to ease your toothache; and to close up your wounds; and not for any respect or love, which she bears to you: But if I live, she shall turn the leaf, ere I leave her. But the Charm you talked of? She hath not given it me yet. And what was the cause why she did not? The shortness of time; and therefore willed me that if your pain did not decrease, I should return to her again tomorrow. Decrease? Then shall my pain decrease, when I see a decrease of her cruelty. Sir, content yourself with that, which hath hitherto been said and done; she is already bound, I have showed you, how (as farforth as she is able) she will be ready to yield you any help for this infirmity of yours, which I shall crave at her hands. And tell me, I pray, if this be not well for the first bout. Well, I will now get me home; and in any case, have a care, that if you chance tomorrow to walk abroad, that you go muzzled about the cheeks with a cloth, that she seeing you so bound about the chaps, may not accuse me of petitioning a falsehood. Nay, to do you service, I will not stick to clap on four double clothes: but of all loves tell me, passed there any thing more between you? For I die out of longing, for to hear the words which flow from so sweet a mouth. How didst thou dare, not knowing her, be so bold, to show thyself so familiar, both in thy entrance, and thy demand?
nodes 547–557 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 81 of 205 in this edition
Length
532 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.810 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O my much honoured Matrone, my mother, my comfortresse! Let mee glad my selfe a little with this messenger of my glory. O my tongue! Why doest thou hinder thy selfe in entertaining any other discourse? leauing off to adore that present Excellency, which, peraduenture, thou shalt neuer see in thy power? O yee my hands! With what presumption, with what slender reuerence doe you touch that Treacle, which must cure my wound? Now that poyson cannot hurt mee, wherewith that cruell shot of Cupid hath it's sharpe point deepely indipped. For now I am safe, since that shee who gaue mee my wound, giues mee also my medicine. O deare Celestina! Thou that art the delight of all old Dames, the ioy of young wenches, the ease of the afflicted, and comfort of such comfortlesse wretches as my selfe; do not punish me more with feare of thee, then I am already punished with shame of my selfe; suffer me to let loose the reines of my contemplation; giue me leaue to goe foorth into the streets with this iewell, that they who see mee, may know, that there is not any man more happy then my selfe. Doe not infistulate your wound, by clapping on it still more and more desire. Sir, it is not this string, nor this girdle alone, wherein your remedy must depend. I know it well, yet haue I not the power to abstaine from adoring so great a relique? so rich a gift? That's a gift, which is giuen gratis; but you know that shee did this for to ease your tooth-ache; and to cloze vp your wounds; and not for any respect or loue, which shee beares to you: But if I liue, shee shall turne the leafe, ere I leaue her. But the Charme you talkt of? Shee hath not giuen it mee yet. And what was the cause why shee did not? The shortnesse of time; and therefore will'd mee that if your paine did not decrease, I should returne to her againe to morrow. Decrease? Then shall my paine decrease, when I see a decrease of her cruelty. Sir, content your selfe with that, which hath hitherto bin said and done; shee is already bound, I haue shew'd you, how (as farreforth as shee is able) shee will be ready to yeeld you any helpe for this infirmitie of yours, which I shall craue at her hands. And tell me, I pray, if this bee not well for the first bowt. Well, I will now get me home; and in any case, haue a care, that if you chance to morrow to walke abroad, that you goe muzzled about the cheeks with a cloth, that she seeing you so bound about the chaps, may not accuse mee of petitioning a false-hood. Nay, to doe you seruice, I will not sticke to clap on foure double clothes: but of all loues tell me, past there any thing more betweene you? For I dye out of longing, for to heare the words which flow from so sweet a mouth. How didst thou dare, not knowing her, be so bold, to shew thy selfe so familiar, both in thy entrance, and thy demand?