The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 94 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 418 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Go to, give me leave a little to touch you; and I will try what I can do. For I know something of this evil, which every one calls the Mother, and the passion thereunto belonging. Lay your hand higher up towards my stomach. Alack (poor heart) how I pity thee: that one so plump, so fair, so clear, so fresh, so fragrant, so delicate, so dainty a creature, that art indeed the very abstract of beauty, the most admired model for complexion, feature, comeliness, and rarest composure; every Limb, every Lineament carrying such an extraordinary lustre and ornament by reflection from thee. I say, How do I pity thee, that any ache, sickness, or infirmity should dare to seize, or presume to usurp over such a Peerless Potent, a commanding Power, as thy imperious unparalleled beauty! But I dare say, it is not so, nor so; No no, your disease is self-conceited, and the pride of your good parts, this puffs you and makes you slight and contemn all. Go to, go to, (daughter) you are to blame if it be so, and I tell you, it is a shame for you, that it is, not to impart these good graces and blessings, which heaven hath bestowed upon you, to as many as wish you well; For they were not given you in vain, that you should let them wither, and lose the flower of your youth under six linings of Woollen, and Linen; have a care, that you be not covetous of that, which cost you but little; do not like, a Miser, hoard up your beauty; make not a hidden treasure of it, sithence in its own nature it is as communicable, and as commonly currant as money from man to man. Be not the mastiff in the garden, nor the Dog in the manger: and since thou canst not take any pleasure in thyself, let others take their pleasure▪ and do not think thou wast borne for nothing: for when thou wast borne, man was borne: and when man was borne, woman was borne; nothing in all this wide world was created superfluous, nor which Nature did not provide for with very good consonancy, and well suiting with reason. But think on the contrary, That it is a fault to vex and torment men, when it is in thy power to give them remedy. Tush, mother, these are but words, and profit me nothing; give me something for my evil, and leave your jesting.
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Goe to, giue mee leaue a little to touch you; and I will try what I can doe. For I know something of this euill, which euery one calls the Mother, and the passion thereunto belonging. Lay your hand higher vp towards my stomacke. Alack (poore heart) how I pitty thee: that one so plump, so faire, so cleare, so fresh, so fragrant, so delicate, so dainty a creature, that art indeede the very abstract of beauty, the most admired modell for complexion, feature, comelinesse, and rarest composure; euery Limme, euery Lineament carrying such an extraordinary lustre and ornament by reflection from thee. I say, How doe I pitty thee, that any ache, sicknesse, or infirmity should dare to seaze, or presume to vsurp ouer such a Peerelesse Potent, a commanding Power, as thy imperious vnparaleld beauty! But I dare say, it is not so, nor so; No no, your disease is selfe-conceited, and the pride of your good parts, this puffs you and makes you slight and contemne all. Goe to, goe to, (daughter) you are to blame if it be so, and I tell you, it is a shame for you, that it is, not to impart these good graces and blessings, which heauen hath bestowed vpon you, to as many as wish you well; For they were not giuen you in vaine, that you should let them wither, and lose the flowre of your youth vnder sixe linings of Woollen, and Linnen; haue a care, that you be not couetous of that, which cost you but little; doe not like, a Miser, hoord vp your beauty; make not a hidden treasure of it, sithence in it's owne nature it is as communicable, and as commonly currant as money from man to man. Be not the Mastiue in the garden, nor the Dog in the manger: and since thou canst not take any pleasure in thy selfe, let others take their pleasure▪ and do not think thou wast borne for nothing: for when thou wast borne, man was borne: and when man was borne, woman was borne; nothing in all this wide world was created superfluous, nor which Nature did not prouide for with very good consonancy, and well suiting with reason. But thinke on the contrary, That it is a fault to vexe and torment men, when it is in thy power to giue them remedy. Tush, mother, these are but words, and profit mee nothing; giue me something for my euill, and leaue your iesting.