The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 107 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 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
call'st thou it love? Thou may'st call it sorrow with a vengeance. And by my fay, I swear unto thee, that I verily think, that he will hardly now escape either death or madness: but since it is, as it is, dispatch your business, that we may go up, and see what he does. In peril great I live, And straight of force must die: Since what desire doth give, That, hope doth me deny. Hark, hark, Sempronio! Our Master is a rhyming: He is turned Poet, I perceive. O whoreson Sot! What Poet, I pray? The great Antipater Sidonius, or the great Poet Ovid, who never spoke but in Verse? ay, it is he; the very same: we shall have the Devil turn Poet too shortly, he does but talk idly in his sleep; and thou think'st the poor man is turned Poet. This pain, this martyrdom, O heart, well dost thou prove, Since thou so soon waste won To Melibea's love. lo, did I not tell thee he was turned true rhymer? Who is that, that talks in the Hall? Why ho? Anon, Sir. How far night is it? Is it time to go to bed? It is rather, Sir, too late to rise. What sayst thou fool? Is the night past and gone then? ay, Sir, and a good part of the day too. Tell me (Sempronio) does not this idle-headed Knave lie, in making me believe it is day? Put Melibea (Sir) a little out of your mind, and you will then see, that it is broad day: for through that great brightness and splendour, which you contemplate in her clear shining eyes, like a Partridge dazzled with a buffet, you cannot see, being blinded with so sudden a flash. Now I believe it, and 'tis far day too. Give me my clothes; I must go to my wonted retirement to the Myrtle-grove, and there beg of Cupid, that he will direct Celestina, and put my remedy into Melibea's heart, or else that he will shorten my sorrowful days. Sir, do not vex yourself so much: you cannot do all that you would in an hour: nor is it discretion for a man to desire that earnestly, that may unfortunately fall upon him. If you will have that concluded in a day, which is well, if it be effected in a year, your life cannot be long. I conceive your meaning; you would infer that I am like Squire Gallego's boy, who went a year without breeches, and when his Master commanded a pair to be cut out for him, he would have them made in a quarter of an hour. Heaven forbid (Sir) I should say so: for you are my Master, and I know beside, that as you will recompense me for my good counsel, so you will punish me, if I speak amiss; though it be a common saying, that the commendation of a man's good service, or good speech, is not equal to the reprehension and punishment of that which is either ill done or spoken.
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Calst thou it loue? Thou mai'st call it sorrow with a vengeance. And by my fay, I sweare vnto thee, that I verily thinke, that he will hardly now escape eyther death or madnesse: but since it is, as it is, dispatch your businesse, that we may goe vp, and see what hee does. In perill great I liue, And strait of force must dye: Since what desire doth giue, That, hope doth mee deny. Harke, harke, Sempronio! Our Master is a riming: Hee is turn'd Pot, I perceiue. O whore-sonne Sot! What Poet, I pray? The great Antipater Sidonius, or the great Poet Ouid, who neuer spake but in Verse? I, it is he; the very same: we shall haue the Diuell turne Poet too shortly, he does but talke idlely in his sleepe; and thou think'st the poore man is turn'd Poet. This paine, this martyrdome, O heart, well dost thou proue, Since thou so soone wast wonne To Melibea's loue. Loe, did I not tell thee hee was turn'd true Rimer? Who is that, that talkes in the Hall? Why ho? Anon, Sir. How farre night is it? Is it time to goe to bed? It is rather, Sir, too late to rise. What sai'st thou foole? Is the night past and gone then? I, Sir, and a good part of the day too. Tell mee (Sempronio) does not this idle-headed Knaue lye, in making mee beleeue it is day? Put Melibea (Sir) a little out of your minde, and you will then see, that it is broad day: for through that great brightnesse and splendour, which you contemplate in her cleare shining eyes, like a Partridge dazeled with a buffit, you cannot see, being blinded with so sodaine a flash. Now I beleeue it, and 'tis farre day too. Giue mee my clothes; I must goe to my wonted retirement to the Mirtle-groue, and there begge of Cupid, that hee will direct Celestina, and put my remedy into Mlibea's heart, or else that hee will shorten my sorrowfull dayes. Sir, doe not vexe your selfe so much: you cannot doe all that you would in an houre: nor is it discretion for a man to desire that earnestly, that may vnfortunately fall vpon him. If you will haue that concluded in a day, which is well, if it be effected in a yeere, your life cannot be long. I conceiue your meaning; you would inferre that I am like Squire Gallego's boy, who went a yeere without breeches, and when his Master commanded a paire to be cut out for him, he would haue them made in a quarter of an houre. Heauen forbid (Sir) I should say so: for you are my Master, and I know besides, that as you will recompence me for my good counsell, so you will punish mee, if I speake amisse; though it be a common saying, that the commendation of a mans good seruice, or good speech, is not equall to the reprehension and punishment of that which is eyther ill done or spoken.