Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 90 of 205

Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals)
tragicomedy; literary play
unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 436 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.

How deadly the fool bites! He hath hit me home, and pricked me to the quick; I will therefore be now Tom-tell-troth. And assure thyself, sithence thou hast galled me, I will wring thee till I make thee winch and fling; I will tickle thee on the right vein. What say you mother? marry I say, son, that besides this, your mother was taken four several times, she herself alone: and once she was accused for a Witch; For she was found one night by the watch, with certain little candles in her hand, gathering I know not what earth in a cross way; for which she stood half a day in the open marketplace upon a Scaffold, with a high paper Hat, like the coffin of a Sugar-loaf, painted full of Devils, whereon her fault was written (being brought thither, riding thorough the streets upon an Ass, as the fashion is in the punishment of Bawds & Witches.) Yet all this was nothing; for men must suffer something in this wicked world, for to uphold their lives, and their honours. And mark, I pray, what small reckoning they made of it, because of her great wisdom and discretion. For she would not for all this, give over her old occupation; and from that day forward followed it more earnestly, than she did before, and with happier proof. This I thought good to tell you, to cross that opinion of yours, touching perseverance in that, wherein we have once already erred; for all that she did, did so well become her, and such a grace had she with her, that upon my conscience, howbeit she stood thus disgracefully upon the Scaffold, every one might perceive, that she cared not a button for those that stood beneath, staring and gazing upon her; such was her behaviour and carriage at that instant: look they might their fill, but I warrant you, she was not a farthing in debt, no not to the proudest of them all; wherein, I thought fit to instance, to show thereby unto you; that they, who have any thing in them as she had, and are wise, and of worth, fall far more easily and sooner into error, than any other. Do but weigh and consider with yourself, what a manner of man Virgil was; how wise in all kind of knowledge; and yet I am sure you have heard, how in a wicker basket he was hung out from a Tower, all Rome looking upon him; yet for all this, was he neither the less honoured, neither lost he the name of Virgil.
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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 592–594 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 90 of 205 in this edition
Length436 words · 545 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawds at 0.700
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)
How deadly the foole bites! Hee hath hit mee home, and prickt me to the quick; I will therefore be now Tom-tell-troth. And assure thy selfe, sithence thou hast galled me, I will wring thee till I make thee winch and fling; I will tickle thee on the right veyne. What say you mother? Mary I say, sonne, that besides this, your mother was taken foure seuerall times, shee her selfe alone: and once shee was accused for a Witch; For shee was found one night by the watch, with certaine little candles in her hand, gathering I know not what earth in a crosse way; for which shee stood halfe a day in the open market-place vpon a Scaffold, with a high paper Hat, like the coffin of a Suger-loafe, painted full of Diuels, whereon her fault was written (being brought thither, riding thorow the streetes vpon an Asse, as the fashion is in the punishment of Bawds & Witches.) Yet all this was nothing; for men must suffer something in this wicked world, for to vp-hold their liues, and their honours. And marke, I pray, what small reckoning they made of it, because of her great wisdome and discretion. For shee would not for all this, giue ouer her old occupation; and from that day forward followed it more earnestly, then shee did before, and with happier proofe. This I thought good to tell you, to crosse that opinion of yours, touching perseuerance in that, wherein we haue once already erred; for all that shee did, did so well become her, and such a grace had she with her, that vpon my conscience, howbeit she stood thus disgracefully vpon the Scaffold, euery one might perceiue, that shee cared not a button for those that stood beneath, staring and gazing vpon her; such was her behauiour and carriage at that instant: looke they might their fill, but I warrant you, she was not a farthing in debt, no not to the proudest of them all; wherein, I thought fit to instance, to shew thereby vnto you; that they, who haue any thing in them as shee had, and are wise, and of worth, fall farre more easily and sooner into errour, then any other. Doe but weigh and consider with your selfe, what a manner of man Virgil was; how wise in all kinde of knowledge; and yet I am sure you haue heard, how in a wicker basket hee was hung out from a Towre, all Rome looking vpon him; yet for all this, was hee neither the lesse honoured, neyther lost he the name of Virgil.