The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 95 of 205
Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals) tragicomedy; literary play T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.74 · 427 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
In this so common a grief, all of us, (the more misfortune ours) are in a manner Physicians to ourselves; that which I have seen practised on others, and that which I found good in myself, I shall plainly deliver unto you: but as the states of our bodies are diverse, and the qualities differing; so are the medicines also diverse, and the operations different. Every strong scent is good: as Pennyroyal, Rue, Wormwood, smoke of Partridge feathers, of Rosemary, and of the Soles of old shoes, and of Musk-roses, of Incense, of strong perfumes, received kindly, fully, and greedily, doth work much good; much slaketh and easeth the pain, and by little and little returns the Mother to its proper place. But there is another thing that passeth all these, and that I ever found to be better than any one, or all of them put together; but what it is, I will not tell you, because you make yourself such a piece of niceness. As you love me, (good mother) tell me: seest thou me thus pained, and concealest thou thyself? Go to, go to, you understand me well enough; do not make yourself more fool than you are. Well, well, well; now trust me no more, if I understood thee▪ But what is it thou wouldst have me to do? you know that my friend went yesterday with his Captain to the wars; would you have me to wrong him? O! take heed, great wrong, I promise you. Yes indeed, for he supplies all my wants; he will see I shall lack nothing; he holds me honest; he does love me, and uses me with that respect, as if I were his Lady and Mistress. Suppose all this to be true, be it in the best sort it may be, yet what of all this? This retiredness is no cure for your disease; you must be free and communicable, for I must tell you, there are griefs and pangs cannot easily be posted off, and dispossessed, and some not to be removed but by being a mother, (you know my meaning;) and such is your disease, and you can never recover it, but by living sole and simple (as you now do) without company. It is but my ill hap, and a curse laid upon me by my parents, else had I not been put to prove all this misery and pain, which now I feel. But to let this pass, because it is late, tell me I pray, what wind drove you hither?
nodes 616–623 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 95 of 205 in this edition
Length
427 words · 548 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.742 (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)
In this so common a griefe, all of vs, (the more misfortune ours) are in a manner Physicians to our selues; that which I haue seene practised on others, and that which I found good in my selfe, I shall plainely deliuer vnto you: but as the states of our bodies are diuers, and the qualities differing; so are the medicines also diuers, and the operations different. Euery strong sent is good: as Penny-royall, Rue, Wormewood, smoake of Partridge feathers, of Rosemary, and of the Soles of old shooes, and of Muske-roses, of Incense, of strong perfumes, receiued kindly, fully, and greedily, doth worke much good; much slaketh and easeth the paine, and by little and little returnes the Mother to it's proper place. But there is another thing that passeth all these, and that I euer found to be better then any one, or all of them put together; but what it is, I will not tell you, because you make your selfe such a piece of nicenesse. As you loue me, (good mother) tell me: see'st thou mee thus payned, and concealest thou thy selfe? Goe to, goe to, you vnderstand me well enough; doe not make your selfe more foole then you are. Well, well, well; now trust mee no more, if I vnderstood thee▪ But what is it thou wouldst haue mee to doe? you know that my friend went yesterday with his Captaine to the wars; would you haue me to wrong him? O! take heed, great wrong, I promise you. Yes indeed, for hee supplies all my wants; hee will see I shall lacke nothing; hee holds mee honest; hee does loue mee, and vses mee with that respect, as if I were his Lady and Mistresse. Suppose all this to be true, be it in the best sort it may be, yet what of all this? This retirednesse is no cure for your disease; you must be free and communicable, for I must tell you, there are griefes and pangs cannot easily be posted off, and dispossessed, and some not to be remoued but by being a mother, (you know my meaning;) and such is your disease, and you can neuer recouer it, but by liuing sole and simple (as you now doe) without company. It is but my ill hap, and a curse laid vpon mee by my parents, else had I not beene put to proue all this misery and paine, which now I feele. But to let this passe, because it is late, tell mee I pray, what winde droue you hither?