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The Spanish Bawd (Calisto and Meliboea) (Celestina) · chunk 114 of 205

Mabbe, James / Rojas, Fernando de · published 1631 · first performed or written 1631 (Annals)
tragicomedy; literary play
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 500 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Let him be base that holds himself base; they are the Noble Actions of men, that make men Noble. For in conclusion, we are all of one making flesh and blood all. Let every man strive to be good of himself, and not go searching for his virtue in the Nobleness of his Ancestors. My good children; as you love me, cease this contentious kind of talk: and you Elicia; I pray you come to the Table again; sit you down, I say, and do not vex, and grieve yourself, as you do. With this condition, that my meat may be may poison; and that my belly may burst with that I eat. Shall I sit down and eat with this wicked Villain, that hath stoutly maintained it to my face, and nobody must say him nay, That Melibea: That Dishclout of his, is fairer than I? I prithee (Sweetheart) be quiet, it was you that made the comparison; and comparisons (you know) are odious: and therefore it is you that are in the fault, and not I. Come, sister, come, and sit with us; I pray, come eat with us. Have you no more wit, than to be angry with such a cross fool as he? I would not do him so much pleasure, as to forbear my meat for him; let him go hang, if he be peevish, will you be peevish too? I pray you sit down, unless you will have me likewise to rise from the Table. The necessity which I have imposed upon myself, to please thee in all things, and in all thy requests, makes me against my will, to give contentment to this enemy of mine; and to carry myself out of my respect to this good company more fairly towards him, then otherwise I would. Ha, ha, he. What dost thou laugh at? Now the evil Canker eat and consume that unpleasing and offensive mouth of thine. Son, I pray thee no more. Do not answer her; for then we shall never make an end: This is nothing to the present purpose; Let us follow our business, and attend that which may tend to our good. Tell me, How does Calisto? How happed it you left him thus all alone? How fell it out, that both of you could slip away from him? He flung from us with a vengeance, fretting and fuming like a madman, his eyes sparkling forth fire, his mouth venting forth curses, despairful, discontented in mind, and like one that is half besides himself: and is now gone to Saint Mary Magdalens, to desire of God, that thou mayst well and truly gnaw the bones of these Chickens; vowing never to come home, till he hear that thou art come with Melibea in thy lap. Thy gown and kirtle, and my cassock are cocksure. For the rest let the world slide; but when we shall have it; that I know not, all the craft is in the catching.
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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 775–784 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 114 of 205 in this edition
Length500 words · 642 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.773
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)
Let him be base that holds himselfe base; they are the Noble Actions of men, that make men Noble. For in conclusion, we are all of one making flesh and bloud all. Let euery man striue to be good of himselfe, and not goe searching for his vertue in the Noblenesse of his Ancestors. My good children; as you loue mee, cease this contentious kinde of talke: and you Elicia; I pray you come to the Table againe; sit you downe, I say, and doe not vexe, and grieue your selfe, as you doe. With this condition, that my meate may be may poyson; and that my belly may burst with that I eate. Shall I sit downe and eate with this wicked Villaine, that hath stoutly maintained it to my face, and no body must say him nay, That Melibea: That Dishclout of his, is fairer then I? I prythee (Sweet-heart) be quiet, it was you that made the comparison; and comparisons (you know) are odious: and therefore it is you that are in the fault, and not I. Come, sister, come, and sit with vs; I pray, come eate with vs. Haue you no more wit, then to be angry with such a crosse foole as hee? I would not doe him so much pleasure, as to forbeare my meate for him; let him goe hang, if hee be peeuish, will you be peeuish too? I pray you sit downe, vnlesse you will haue me likewise to rise from the Table. The necessity which I haue imposed vpon my selfe, to please thee in all things, and in all thy requests, makes mee against my will, to giue contentment to this enemy of mine; and to carry my selfe out of my respect to this good company more fairely towards him, then otherwise I would. Ha, ha, he. What dost thou laugh at? Now the euill Canker eate and consume that vnpleasing and offensiue mouth of thine. Sonne, I pray thee no more. Do not answer her; for then we shall neuer make an end: This is nothing to the present purpose; Let vs follow our businesse, and attend that which may tend to our good. Tell me, How does Calisto? How hap't it you left him thus all alone? How fell it out, that both of you could slip away from him? He flung from vs with a vengeance, fretting and fuming like a mad-man, his eyes sparkeling foorth fire, his mouth venting forth curses, despairefull, discontented in minde, and like one that is halfe besides himselfe: and is now gone to Saint Mary Magdalens, to desire of God, that thou maist well and truely gnaw the bones of these Chickens; vowing neuer to come ome, till hee heare that thou art come with Melibea in thy lap. Thy gowne and kirtle, and my cassocke are cock-sure. For the rest let the world slide; but when we shall haue it; that I know not, all the craft is in the catching.